Poem: Steel Roses

Steel Roses

Every morning.
EVERY morning,
you remind yourself
you are a rose
made of steel
and anyone who says otherwise,
particularly yourself,
is a liar.

New poetry

Those of us who fight things like depression or anxiety are in a constant battle with an unruly mind that lies to us. But liars tend to be exposed, if we look at them honestly. I have become adept.




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