The Memorial Rose

A single Rose beneath the wood
sprouts from where my Earth once stood,
before it crumbled to the dirt
and left me here unsheltered.

The winds fought hard and thunder flashed
as I took cover in hopes it passed,
but the mighty thunder took its prey,
and left me here unguarded.

I closed my eyes so not to see
my walls crash down in front of me.
As rain washed over things I loved,
and left me broken-hearted.

The sky grew harsh as it beat down
my precious castle to the ground,
when the Sun peaked through and confirmed my fears
that I was left with nothing.

And with wistful eyes I did look back
at the keepsakes that my heart would pack,
as I walked away from conquered walls
and went to start anew.

A year had gone when I ventured back
to the grave of the night all things attacked,
and those bright red petals through debris
broke down the walls of my lost memories.

The Memorial Rose reminded me
by rising from crumbled adversity,
that even Memories left in the dust
can always rise from the ashes.