The Red Rose – story of Ora

The Red Rose

When spring blossoms in the atmosphere, new life nurtures.

Various colours, shapes and sizes,

All special in their own way.

The most beautiful rose in town,

The crimson colour of red it holds.

The sweet smell captured in the finest mixes of scents,

Each coil reveals a story.

The red rose

As perfect as perfection could be,

Till the day a petal sheds,

Then more…

The beauty is no longer admired with such ore’

Life can sometimes feel like that : the red rose with its lost beauty.

The red rose

Having shed the few petals makes the difference.

People no longer want the red rose in their perfectly manicured gardens.

Have you ever admired the red rose ?

I have

I am the red rose”

Yet I believe and know;

I still hold the beauty within my cuts and creases,

As pretty as I once blossomed, opened each coil, flourishing making the earth pretty.

The red rose still captures the sweetness of nature

-A.P-

Life…

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Life,

Its an Ore, how amazing it is that one can not see beyond the fake colours all spread around.

The chirping birds are so beautiful in their tone, yet the loud couple walking past just broke my attention.

I move my attention else where, to find somewhat of relief, the ocean, so calm when it is not storming, yet when those waves get angry they can destruct.

Life, Oh how fascinating..

The forever once lovers, walking hand cupped in hand, how delightful.

The Brain has given us many sensory systems and what hurts the most is the central nervous system seems paralysed

I pick up by dead weighted body and struggle to stand.

I fall once and than take 5 steps, than tumble back 3 steps, gaining only two,

but that only two, is like a mile for me.

Life , Oh how fascinating..

The cool breeze caress my cheeks, makes my body realise it needs to regulate its thermostat, I shrug off the feelings pulling down and hold my head up in pride

It wasn’t easy but I managed and I shall keep doing it

Never giving up

Becoming Resilient

Life, Oh how fascinating

 

– A.P. Ora

Masquerade… My Life…

Masquerade… My life

When those eyes close one day,

Will someone wonder what was always behind the mask that I wore each day.

The mask smiles ,

I have no emotion

The mask attracts,

I hide behind it,

The mask shows no emotion,

I have all seasons running through my mind

Will someone wonder what was always behind the mask

The mask makes the world see I am just another woman,

Living each day in perfection,

A beautiful job,

Set career,

A perfect family life,

A, to the notch perfection of balance.

Will someone wonder what was always behind the mask

The mask hides all,

And no one can see the real me,

No one can even assume the worst,

As there is nothing that they can see,

If only they had my eyes…

-A.P.

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