damaged petals
hedge taunts
cloche
barricading words
scissored rose thorns
fell piercing
bleeding epidermis
dry
that was
then this
is now
no thorns
no cloche
required
forgotten rose
your memory
wilted
sap renewed
pulses
through my
veins
this new garden
welcomes me
we blossom
you and I
Ramblings From A Mum 
Moving past something can be uplifting. Great writing.
Aww thank you honey – xx
Love this and I love seeing your beautiful face with each post. You are lovely, just like your writing.
You are also so kind Beck. I want to hug you right now woman! 🙂 xxx
I love roses and your post!
Awww I say thank you very much 🙂 xx