How do I get to the Rose
When the Thorns rip at my flesh
I bleed trying to find the flower
I have scars from wounds too deep
When all I knew were the Thorns
The Rose had not yet blossomed
Do I leave the Rose, still sheltered
Though beautiful it may be
To find it, to know it, Oh the pain
My hands, my heart, my soul still bleeds
But I haven't touched the thorns for decades
And every year, the Rose still blooms
Am I denying myself the fragrance, the beauty
Do I fear the flower
But… the Rose is not the Thorns
Can I afford to even long to get close again
For every time I think about the Rose
The Thorns are there
What must I do to heal
From the wounds, from the fear
For if I don't
I'll never know the Rose
© Ruby Neumann
Poets Note: Written September 14, 2020.
What Rose lies hidden in my life because of the overwhelming presence of the Thorns.
Many a time I have bled in my rose patch, but I continue to pick flowers, and trim the bushes and weed the garden, not because of the thorns, but because of the beauty of the roses.
What if I'm the one who sees and smells the beauty of the Rose, but others won't go near the bush, because all they see are the thorns. What can I do to find the Rose and show her beauty to the ones still healing from their wounds?
There are Roses in my life, surrounded by prickly Thorns. What will it take for me to reach back into that bush and find the beauty that still blooms. Oh that I would have the courage, because I don't want to imagine and live a life without the Roses
