Motto: “My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds. That, in itself, is an accomplishment. And they bring to mind something else, too. They remind me that the damage life has inflicted on me has, in many places, left me stronger and more resilient. What hurt me in the past has actually made me better equipped to face the present.” (Steve Goodier)
For a very long time, my budding-rose seemed cursed:
No petals, no perfume – only razor-sharped-thorns.
After many arguments with my barren flower,
I understood its role in my life.
Sometimes, love is nothing else but barbed-spines.
Big, frightening. Flesh-lacerating.
Their mission is not to please your soft heart.
They just break the illusions of neediness, weakness, and desertion.
Showing you that nothing can defeat you:
Isn’t that an awesome lesson?
Positioning you in your power:
What honeyed-kiss can overcome its healing power?
Love is the Cruel-Doctor-wounding-you!
To set you free…
-Then, I accept my thorns as my Great Love.
My utmost happiness!
-When you let go of your vision of how-the-Rose-should-be,
You will notice the corolla-blossoming in a rainbow.
You will see your soul-healing.
And the scented-Holy-Grail won’t be your decorative-flower.
Your Spirit will become the perfumed River-of-living-waters.
You’ll no longer beg.
You will feed yourself from within.
And, then, with your inverted-venom,
You will nourish others.
Those who can’t jump so high.
Those who were left behind.
-You’re no longer a widowed Rose.
You are a trampoline of growth and healing!