Petals

There once was a Rose hidden from sunlight
Even in the shadows it shone so bright
Thorns so sharp, though seldom inflict spite
Through harsh times, it prospered with all its might
 
But plucked were the Petals by those close
Abused and battered by the lowest of the lows
Afraid to blossom only for them to dispose
Deserving to flourish in the most beautiful of meadows