Thorny Lessons

Come frail dreamer, raise your lids the midnight veils are brightening and sunshine dwells where your confusion hid, within the shadows that are lightening undoing dim-day disarray. These bruises splayed upon your pride are only notes that you have taken from unwelcome lessons you've endured inside the briars and brambles that succumb to knowledge learned because you sought. Instructive pain is but a state that comes upon the tired just go with it and let it take you to the answers you've desired to know, to learn and own. The bruise and prick might skew the mind but still there lives a craving for the rose, the stings and aches oft melt behind when hurting purpose is exposed as answers pinched in petaled folds.