From the concrete grew a rose the epitome of my soul

Through the tough surface exposed poked the red petals thats grown

Fed by the showers of my tears flowing like waterfalls

Giving the rich soil underneath the nutrients needed to manifest

The beautiful aftermath of such pain

Sprouting this pointy thorny stem of one of the romantic creations

Or maybe even the symbolism of death

But knowing that I've crafted this beauty from tragedy

Speaks volumes to the growth and rebirth one can accomplish

They say it's sunshine after the rain but I say it's love after the pain

And the proof of this fact is this rose blooming through concrete.