December Rose

A poem of finding ones self...

I look toward morning
a new day is dawning

My yesterdays pain
has left like the rain

My tomorrows are never today
they are the dreams of yesterday

I wait on the morning
quiet and mourning

Ive lost in the night
the desire to fight

My love has endured
amidst the horror of war

Where once there was singing
my voice has been silenced

Among the thorns I lay
where no rose is today

Along with the Dawn
shall my new song come

My petals will bloom
amidst the ruins of fear

For my strength has returned
with the love of my life

I am a rose in December
the rarest of finds....

Author~Denise Carol