Thorn In the Flesh

a thorn pricked her skin so venom oozed out she laughed it off with one almighty shout lanced the huge boil and proceeded to reap ignored sharp pain though the bandage did seep blessings arrive in all kinds of fashion when poison left she took to her passion gathered rose buds and flowers late at night conquered all fear and abandoned her fright dreams settled her soul and planted fresh seeds aware that lush peace was all that one needs she gave all secateurs away for free applied soil and compost to her apple tree next to roses she buried defeat talked to sweet plants and watered the treat when she woke again with sadness no more she minded the morning cleansed to the core the story’s morale is one single prong even if painful reveals what is wrong when life hands out sorrow change direction for its progress that counts not perfection