When I see my rose I never feel despondent.
My black rose makes me feel more confident.
A death to my negative past.
Saying goodbye to my fears at last.
A magical beginning with my Master.
A world without Him would be a disaster.
So each time I lay a fear to rest.
Picking a black rose is the best.
A magical flower to have indeed.
Never ignored or considered a weed.
Giving strength instead of despair.
Picking each rose with love and care.
I have become stronger and more free.
Laying my black rose at doubts feet.
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