The poet explores the vulnerability of early morning.
An abstract evaluation of the masks we put on to be beautiful.
Somehow or another, all deceptions end.
The speaker is looking for more than what she’s told is everything she should be.
It is when we really see what lies ahead that our minds begin to race.
Perhaps the best way to escape is to become someone else, if only for a short time.
Sometimes, there are people you love, regardless of whether you’re supposed to
It takes a rose to reveal the weakness which the subject of this poem hides so well.