BEAUTY OF PAIN

Sometimes
We are unaware ..
About ourselves
The thorns that grow
Out of us
We're like the roses
That unknowingly bloom
Acknowledging the sharp points
Of our lives feeling the bloods
The wounds the scars
The memories the loneliness
We're the rose
That bathes in blood
And acknowledges
The beauty of pain
When we bloom ...
©theromanticpoet2020