Rose
Francesca Faraci
Pain can be a simple rose.
Thorny, but beautiful
Planted or cut
Many different colors,
Yellow, red or blue.
Roses can prick you when you aren’t ready
Just like pain,
Or a rose can scrape you
As sharp as a knife
Just like pain in gut
The smell of oldness,
Just like pain from a rotten injury
But pain can lure you in by its promise of success
Just like a rose lures a girl to a boy
All toward
Ultimate gain.
Photo by CLAIRE WESSELKAMPER