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My Thorn
I breathe in deep the Fragrance of Morn,
as I think about Days gone by.
The Past haunts me like a Thorn
among the Roses of Hope, to lie
in wait for me to take a fall
and land with my Hand atop.
Oh, the Sting and Blood of all
the many Horrors that drop
into my Mind, the Memories
that I wish I could forget,
the Things gone by, the painful Things;
the Thorn’s still there, I regret.
How to rid me from this Thorn?
How to rid me from my Past?
A part of me feels so torn.
Rid me of this Pain at last.
I pull myself up and walk away
from the Thorn that held me fast,
to focus on the Rose of Day,
to dream of Hope at last.
The Thorn is still there;
but as long as I look away
and never linger near,
I won’t be led astray.
There’s a Lesson to be learned
from all the Things I’ve told.
You will have the Things you’ve yearned,
Happiness, Peace, the Life of Gold.
Don’t focus on the Mistakes you’ve made.
Let Them go and then move on.
Don’t live in the Past, in the Shade
of Darkness and Regrets; Live on!
There are better Things yet to come.
Life isn’t always full of Sorrows.
Remember your Life is better than some
and there are always better Tomorrows.
So cheer up, if you are haunted by a Thorn
and breathe deep the Scent of a Brand-New Morn.
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