close up photo of a pink and yellow moss rose purslane

A rose sprouted up on day,
and it sprouted in such a way,
it made all the other roses stay away.
The rose stood alone for quite a few days,
along came the wind and blew it away.
The rose now uprooted,
away from home,
thrown into a world unknown.
no roots or soil to count on,
so, the rose decided it was time to grow on its own.

Poem by Sharnta Bullard

Sharnta Bullard started writing poetry at a very young age. She published her first poem at age eleven. She also has a master’s degree in Human Service Counseling. She is an advocate of helping people find their why and voice.