On the Hill of Sorrow

Venessa Yeh
2 min readMar 21
Photo by David Vázquez on Unsplash

On the Hill of Sorrow blooms a single black rose,
cursed to live until the last drop of water has turned to stone,
doomed with isolation and breathing sighs
as dark clouds crawl and thunder roars in the sky.
She whispers hope into the moonlit space
of being reborn into a different place.

Venessa Yeh

Software engineer who accidentally minored in philosophy. Likes to write code and poetry.