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Rose to Her Thorns
Contributed by
AngryBunny
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Saturday, 1st February 2003 @ 10:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
PoemsonBeauty
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Mary remembers it all
How it started, when it began
When she went into this lull
Long ago, when Mary was young and pure
Her confidence was taken away
Her spirit stomped in dirt
Night after night of the same old thing
Trying so hard to please him
But all Mary ever got was swearing and screaming
The aweful things she was called
Have stayed with her
Mary's mind is weak, her heart stalled
A seed of saddness has grown
A strong, thorny plant of hate and pain
Is one thing she can call her own
A part of who she is today
But you see, Mary has some power
She can change in one way
To the thorns, she's adding a flower
If Mary can't be beautiful inside
If she has to be dumb, slow, and bitter
Then with the outside she can hide
Manipulate, transform, mutate
Control, force, until Mary dies
Something to strive for
It hides the pain
She can put it all behind a closed door
This consumes, it eats away
But Mary will be a rose
So very delicate and beautiful,
No one sees the thorns
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Re: Rose to Her Thorns
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by kangarose on
Sunday, 2nd February 2003 @ 02:35:34 AM AEST
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| its such a shame that so many of us do have to tolerate such pain... you have described Mary and other women very well here in your poem... nice write i enjoyed it immensely |
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Re: Rose to Her Thorns
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by Wrybod on
Thursday, 17th April 2003 @ 11:58:20 AM AEST
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Hooray hooray ....lert's hear it for Mary
Magnificent poem.....demonical, scary.
Yet she can rise above it all
Takes more than this to make her fall
One of lifes true connivers
Welcome.....join the other survivors
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