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  • Dead Roses

    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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