"The wound is the place where the light enters you". Rumi
We are like rose bushes pruned by various things Some, cause and effect, like the death of a dream Defining moments in how or if we move on Do we live despite defeat and become art Something beautifully flawed yet uniquely inspiring Like a rainbow after a dark violent storm Will we choose to reflect the light or the onyx cloud Both have a purpose and a violet value For what is light without darkness to compare Even in failure one can be victorious A hero who sacrifices self that others may live Can reflect light despite the darkness of death The womb to his body is as a thorn from life’s rose The demise of his dream gives rise to others Light enters you and your soul is transformed You become part of the fertile grounds For a larger dream to become reality From a seed to a bud and perhaps a tree of life Light which will enter you, facilitating your victory For in tribulations your soul lives on cheating death
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