A Thorny Heart

A rose grew in her heart

Bright and blood red

It was always there from the start

And influenced everything she said

But over time vines grew

Thorns tore her apart inside

And no one ever knew

All of her pain she would hide

The rose wilted, became black and rotted

While she kept up her pretence, ‘everything’s fine’

Thorns wound around her heart and knotted

Dug in deeper and harder over time

There came one day when she finally snapped

She set her insides on fire

No longer would she be trapped

But there was no longer anything to admire

But from the ashes something bloomed

No more roses or thorns of pain

Instead a lily grew, just as beautiful and sweetly perfumed

It changed her for the better and she never felt agony again