Being a Rose

Having seen the dark face of humanity,
Chose not not be tainted by it.

Having seen the roughest and the lowest,
Chose not to be reduced by it.

Having faced betrayal,
Chose not to grow bitter.

Having to survive through apathy,
Chose not to lose ability to empathise.

Having lived through dark,
Chose not to lose hope of seeing a sun.

Having surrounded by thorns,
Chose not to become one.

That's how you
Remain a rose between thorns.