Resting

"I am tired," said she, and she was me
"of the struggles I bear, so let me be,
I'm resting now and now I've stopped,
this rose to smell and sniff and such."

"It's resting too, inside this cup,
despite the vine, for three days cut,
this rose, this rose will not give up;
nor will I, but only stop."

"This rose to smell,
this rose to sniff,
you'll find me here,
to rest a bit"

~Annie Comfort