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.
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