玫瑰人生路（2）
I wore my emerging thorn for all to see. As time passed, I learned to divert other’s attention from the unsightly thorn to rose to come. That is where I’d set my sights and that was where I would be. My tears turned to blessings as my stem was always well watered. Thankfully I had worked past my thorn and my stem continued to grow. I was growing and getting closer and again had to stop, for another thorn had emerged. Again, the pain was unbearable, unjust, and seemingly unfair. But then I noticed something. The past thorn, if I stood on it at just the right angle, would position and equip me with the footing to step beyond the new thorn and I would continue grow. And so process goes-growth, thorn, another step, growth, thorn, and another step until finally I was a bud.
As a bud I was tightly closed, wanting to stop and enjoy what I had so long struggled for, but couldn’t because I was still feeling incomplete. A