Joanna Panayi Reciting Roses
Listen,
Red rose is my favourite colour
Dripping in the showers of summer
Hidden as the thorns that stab me
Roses are a special beauty
Like a flower I bloom with fragility
My petals fall in souls of the earth
Getting damaged and trampled
Like my beauty in the dirt
The petals loom through my heart
The thorns reside in my head
And Sometimes I’d like to be dead
My thoughts numb my ability to love
My thoughts numb my ability to laugh
My thoughts numb my ability to live
Dead in a sense where I am alive
The feelings are gone
End of the thread that strings my pain
Yet my petals are all you’ve seen
The thorns are hidden
But they route deep into my stem
My inner demons are not something you can hem
You may not see as clearly as me
The fact you’re going to face a fleet
You stole my heart, my religion, my soul
And now I am empty with nothing no more
I hope you see the way
To return from where you strayed
God will find a way
And now I can only pray
Do you know what this means?
You brought me to my feet
And now I’m on my knees praying
That you stop stealing
My faith is so strong
And though you may be wrong
I’ll be laughing while you bleed
While your begging on your knees
I’ll be blooming when you hurt
Cause God knows I’m pure
