Hidden among a precious heart are vines with
piercing thorns
Beyond the smile of innocence lies a child so
scorned
Ever reaching to new heights she begins to climb
While wondering within her journey if she will
run out of time
Such a precious beauty,the rarest of her kind
Ever tormented by her life and the thoughts
on her mind
Although the vines and weeds have embedded her spirit
While the burdens she bears weigh a ton
This precious rose of beauty seems to always
overcome

Christina Lynn Burks