Have you ever looked at all the things that happened in your life?
And wonder what it would take,
to change all wrong and make it right.
So many times I’ve pondered
on these thoughts within my soul,
To come to the conclusion
that my life resembles holes.
You walk upon a path
that leads you to your goal,
To fall into a pit of this never ending hole.
Love resembles roses,
in which it is you have,
You filled your garden with all the things that you never had.
Dreaming of all the possibilities
of the heart in which you hold,
The breath of life you give
as this rose inside you grows.
The pedals mean the pieces
that have fell upon your path,
Of all the things you tread upon
and all the things you have.
The thorns represent everything
that’s constantly held you back,
Held you back from all the things
that you wish you had.
The stem upon this beauty
that is planted in the ground,
Is a channel to all the pure things
of this true love never found.
As I look upon this flower
I can see it’s incomplete,
I watch it ever closely
so that I can truly see.
The dew drip off the pedal
and drip upon the thorns,
And channel down the stem….
from which the rose was born.
To fall upon this leaf
that has fallen to the ground,
Dripping off the tip…….
from which this drop was found.
Penetrating through the soil,
like a knife in flesh,
To sink into the roots,
to the place where it will rest.
As I walk upon this path…..
I can truly see,
All the answers to my questions
and the pedals that lie before me.
The thorns I use as stepping stones
to find what I have lost,
The leaves upon this rose….
have bloomed throughout the frost.
This rose that’s found within my soul
has proved to be my life,
From which it is I live by….
to change all wrong to right.
