The Rose and Her Thorns

She is encased in her armored protection

then is buried into the deep dark cold

yearning for acceptance, love, and connection

waiting for her battle story to be told

Her shell is shocked into a frigid waking

watering, nourishing, arousing her to grow

she shivers and shakes her will power breaking

giving in to life letting it flow

The Earth quakes her armor cracks in two

battling through the darkness she ascends

how much further if only she knew

her long slender fragile stem extends

She breaks through the Earth with all her might

uncertain of what she would find

she felt warmth and saw that the world was bright

but in such a small space she felt confined

As she branched out and started to bloom

she worried about her protection and went to sleep

she felt that her beauty would be her doom

and her existence would be buried into the earth to keep

She was startled out of her protected slumber

for when she woke she felt pain and started weeping

for she had grown thorns to many to number

she realized the pain of her thorns was a price worth keeping.