The Thorn of a Rose
The thorn of a rose
Sharply reached into my life
From my brain, down to my toes
I could only feel
The pain instead of beauty
All the worries became real
Stuck in a garden
Wilting petals in winter
Wishing I could hear the wren
No birds were calling
There were no answers to find
The time seemed to be stalling
Tangled in the weeds
Caught by fear that held on tight
I tried to find the new seeds
Before the ground froze
Words blew in the wind to me
It is I, to be the rose
Heidi Sands
11/30/17
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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