Dead Roses

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Dead Roses

Dead Roses

Like dead roses falling on the cold soil on a winter morning
I was plundered and deprived of everything I owned and cherished
My purity and innocence were trampled with impunity
My freedom and priceless worth were shuttered
Everything I dreamt of was just an illusion
I opened my eyes, and an unrevealed reality was waiting for me
Solitude and silence taught me more than words and books
Finally, I understood that losing myself was the biggest mistake of my life
My virtues and values were always with me
And nobody would have been able to take them away from me
The self-love and confidence in myself were hidden inside an invisible treasure chest
My innocence never went lost because I never lost my real integrity
A treasure that no one can steal
Life showed me how not to be whenever I encountered miserable and abusive beings
I fell down, and I lost, and I cried in pain and despair
In the deepest solitude and anguish, I never lost my real self and merit
What others were trying to take away from me trying to despoil me
It always remained inside me
But I didn’t know it up to the moment I found myself in the abyss of the torments and distress
I finally realised that I didn’t need what I’ve always desired
And that I was in charge of my life and my inner well-being
I feared solitude, but it saved me and taught me how much strong and powerful I can be
No matter what happens
I learned how to never give up on myself.
Esther Racah

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