From the lily to the rose

 

Lily to the Rose

 

Before the war –

I was beautiful.

My soul plain

Not even knowing distain

 

And now –

I'm beautiful, as always

But my soul molded in clay,

Trapped in dismay

 

I was a lily,

Now a rose

Before, the delicate white flower

Now, endangering all who came too close

 

The burden of freedom, resting in my hand

Sometimes I wonder –

Would I be the one destroyed

at the very end?