Blossom Forlorn

Blossom Forlorn

A rose is beautiful to the eye,

Enjoyed and marveled by passersby.

But what about the lonely rose,

lost amongst the weeds that grow?

Tired of merely being seen,

wishing to show what’s in-between.

Dare to come closer and try a smell?

Perhaps not, it’s just as well.

Like all the rest, scared of her thorns,

you look passed the truth of a blossom forlorn.

Spineless shmucks, you make me sick.

What’s so bad with just one prick?

Surrounded by petals the lonely rose cries.

Years pass in which no one tries,

So the lonely rose with sit and wait,

for some bold soul to tempt their fate.

-Courtney Rose Battistelli

Note: Written when I was 17 years old.  Clearly going through a lot of teenage angst that I used to judge as dramatic. As I continue this journey, I realize I was experiencing universal human feelings of isolation, loneliness and worthlessness. Relatable, honest and raw… Also a little self absorbed! Which factors into this blog’s foundation, its hard to go from a disempowered place to an empowered place without getting self absorbed first. There’s a difference between pathological narcissism and healthy narcissism.  Refer to this article for a detailed explanation on that.

Healthy Vs. Unhealthy Narcissism 

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