An expression of beauty, pain, and growth #Depression #Pain #Recovery #expressivewriting #wounded #growth #BeautyInPain
This isinspired by a writing webinar I participated in. I did something I rarely do, which is titling it.
Roses of my Soul
My soul is filled with roses in life with decay of different stages,
To see the buds, blossoms, and faded petals of other ages.
They tell a story of pain, sadness, grief, and growth in my life,
But with beauty comes thorns, soul bleeding from painful strife.
It hurts as my blood drains from wounds they've left behind,
Yet if I look closely there is no trace of an infection to find.
For the thorns that wounds create, a path is laid for healing,
Carrying away the decay that fallen petals were concealing.
Those petals fallen make way for buds long stunted to grow,
My soul thriving, new vines of hope releasing imprisoned woe.
The garden cultivated there will now bare much untold fruit,
As I learn to trust the winds of truth, my soul old lies now refute.