THRIVE IN THORNS

Running through the garden of life
With thorns scratching my skin
Piercing through my feet
Making me bleed
Driving me to tears
The pain as unbearable as it is
Strengthens me to thrive in
thorns
I see not the thorns as they are
stuck to my skin
I have my eyes set on my happy place
Thorns or not I have got to get there
As colorful and sweet as roses are,
they grow in thorns
I will thrive in thorns.
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