The Black Rose
Wilted with the pain of her past
She seeks hope for a brighter future
Thirsty she clings for life, a new beginning
Hungry she walks into the wilderness -- alone
A restless spirit she has, reddened by the desire to love
She once was crowned with laurel
Beautiful in her quiet determination
A small voice whispering to be heard
Her intellect seeks to destroy her
Her wisdom causes her to stumble
She seeks to undo who she has become
Inside her hardened soul torments
Those who love her
Outside she masks an image of strength
Armored and fierce – a soldier in an army
Her words are cunning
Her beauty is deceptive, charming a king
A queen to be, a lady in waiting
Seeking peace in a circle of quiet
Solitude: into the wild she runs
Cut from the bush, she withers away
Misplaced, rooted in guilt and shame
She fell from grace, seeking happiness
Seeking knowledge and truth, she stands
Watered by the spirit of grace, she trembles
A voice inside still waits to be heard
Excited she leaps into the unknown
Forgetting her place, her calling home
She must live her life in third place
Taking baby steps into a new life
Wilted with the pain of her past
She seeks hope for a brighter future
Thirsty she clings for life, a new beginning
Hungry she walks into the wilderness -- alone
A restless spirit she has, reddened by the desire to love
She once was crowned with laurel
Beautiful in her quiet determination
A small voice whispering to be heard
Her intellect seeks to destroy her
Her wisdom causes her to stumble
She seeks to undo who she has become
Inside her hardened soul torments
Those who love her
Outside she masks an image of strength
Armored and fierce – a soldier in an army
Her words are cunning
Her beauty is deceptive, charming a king
A queen to be, a lady in waiting
Seeking peace in a circle of quiet
Solitude: into the wild she runs
Cut from the bush, she withers away
Misplaced, rooted in guilt and shame
She fell from grace, seeking happiness
Seeking knowledge and truth, she stands
Watered by the spirit of grace, she trembles
A voice inside still waits to be heard
Excited she leaps into the unknown
Forgetting her place, her calling home
She must live her life in third place
Taking baby steps into a new life
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My first name Elizabeth (or Beth) means "God's promise" in Hebrew, my middle name Ann means "favored grace" in the same language. It's strong, it's restless, and it's determined. Both were queens of England in the 16th century: one became a powerful monarch, the virgin queen; the other charmed her way to the throne with her cunning ambition; one died and the other lived: a mother and a child. I am not them. But their history was partial to understanding who I am.
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