Never bloomed

Never bloomed By Queen Yas Let me tell you a story about a rose that never bloomed. So a gardener planted a rose bud. She watered it, gave it sun light, planted it in the best soil she could find. She waited for this rose to blossom She seen the stem with the tiny leaf hanging. She made sure she did everything she could for this flower she knew it was going to be beautiful. Her heart was full of joy just seeing her creation coming to the light. The flower grew a little bit more but the flower stopped blooming for a min She seen the flower was bent over Like someone came into her garden and put some poison on her beautiful rose. She nursed it back to health she was shocked of how her rose was so strong. She gave it water and sunshine. The rose was fine for a while then One day she came back to the garden and it seemed like once again someone tried to kill the precious rose. The rose was drooping down sad depressed but the stem was still green. The gardener couldn't understand why someone would want to damage this beautiful soon to be bloomed rose. She brought it back to life once more The stem grew taller and taller she finally seen the bud that she was waiting for The flower opened just a little bit but it stopped. She was confused a Lil worried But she knew her rose was so strong because it conquered over whatever it was before. Days went by and then it happened it opened. She cried because that rose reminded her of herself. How she been thru some much in her life people tried to break her but she didn't let them. People tried to poison her mind with that L word. That love word, she knew what that was but did they. The rose blossomed so beautifully that she never realized that that the love she gave that flower was the love that she was missing from someone else. But she knew that she had to take care of herself and fix herself before she could ever try to love someone else the way she loved that rose. The way she nurtured it back to health. The way she fed it with sunlight and water. The sunlight was her wisdom the water was her soul. That rose was her saving grace. She never gave up on that rose like she never gave up on herself. So guess who that rose spiritually represented herself. So to sum things up if she gave up on herself she wouldn't have seen how strong she had became. And if she gave up on her Lil rose she wouldn't have seen that the rose never bloomed