Roses by Mia McInnis


We Are But Roses
Petals And Thorns
In Our Minds.
Cutting, Bleeding
Red As Blood
Comfort Fining
In Each Bud.

The roots reach down
The leaves reach out
The thorns protect us
From our doubts.

We Are But Roses
Both Strong And Small,
Here In This World
Our Garden Wall.
Each Is Different
Intertwine –
We Are But Roses
In Our Minds.

Fall Entertaining: AERIN’s Essentials

Fall Entertaining: AERIN's Essentials