A ROSE IS A ROSE


by Isis2200
Who is she? She always thought she was a Woman, but as she gazes at herself through the mirror of physicality, she sees the face of a torchered beng whose attempts at gaining true love have gone unnoticed. Oh! The Pain! The Anguish! Abuse, lies, even to the core of her womanhood the residue of physical pain remains.
Terrible is her life--the constant journey of a futile search for love and companionship. But is it really so terrible, White Dove? Neglect she has known so well over the years only to find solitude and loneliness as her constant companion.
The Heart of a good Woman-- Ah, yes! One of the great tragedies of the Universe. Her heart is overflowing with Love and Goodness for that Prince of her Dreams, and she says... "Verily, only in my Dreams." But to whom will she bestow this Love? She knows not.
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose..........
Was a curse put upon her life at birth? Is it the consequences of past Karma??? Shall she resort to a lifetime of novels of Romance? Sweet Butterfly......Perhaps she can then engulf her soul in a perpetual existence or non-existence of the seeming reality of a parallel universe.....so engulfed that she may lose herself from the awareness of her miserable life to a life rich in Romance and Love-- for the moment anyway.
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose..........
For What is Reality anyway? One which we are apparently engaged in during consciousness, Or one in which we choose to be?
Ah, she knows well the Beauty of the Sunrise and the Sunset. but for her, the Beauty of the Sunset becomes more and more appealing as time goes on.....the Sunset of her life.
A Rose is a Rose is a Rose..........