Silent Strength: The Rose's Resilience

She was a rose, delicate and pure

Amidst the garden, she stood demure

Her petals untouched, untainted by sin

A symbol of beauty, a precious thing within

But one dark night, a thorn pierced her flesh

And all her sweetness began to thresh

A brutal gust of wind shook her to the core

Her innocence was taken, her being no more

Though her virtue remained, her spirit was shattered

Her right of choice, in a moment, was battered

She struggled to live, just to make it through

With the pain and the shame, an everlasting hue

But the world looked at her and saw nothing wrong

A silent cry, a solitary song

She was expected to be silent, to bottle up the pain

And so she chose to remain

Though the rose still blooms, it will never be the same

A reminder of the night, as she carries the shame

But in her silence, strength begins to grow

A power within, a way to let it all go.