On My Way

ON MY WAY I am a thorn, sharp and jagged, on my way to becoming a rose… not yet soft and smooth. You reach out to bring the sweet fragrance closer but, instead, find me, a prick on the stem of love. Your blood will not persuade me to give up my purpose it only strengthens my resolve. Don’t let the language confuse you. Your sharp desire cries out in despair. Will you blame the thief for an unlocked door? In the face of your tears I see the reflected grace of the flower and I am reminded of why I am here and where I am going.