Thursday, January 29, 2026

Desert Rose










Born in the desert, afraid to ask for water

Afraid to walk, afraid to fall, what if nobody caught her? 

She thought she could love, but didn't know how; nobody taught her


She wanted to be beautiful, but what's the point of a beauty nobody can see? 

She grew thorns instead, to protect herself from the monsters that came in her sleep

But life twisted away from her, because now, that's all they see


Somehow, strangely, blooming in the desert air,

A flower grew as well, well, maybe you can't have thorns without a flower.

How did this happen? Did something other than the obvious come here?

For a flower to grow, some unseen love must have touched her.


But now that she finally has something to show, nobody sees it

Chased away by the thorns, even if they saw it, they wouldn't believe it.

If a monster in chains had a heart, would you free it?


And what about her? she has fear to conquer as well.

Someone somehow might see her and brave the thorns, compelled

But what if they cut her thorns off, and sound her death knell?


What use is a flower without her thorns? They grew for her

Maybe she lies alone, in her self-established thorn tower

Maybe she sits alone, on her throne that drains her, but sustains her.

But maybe that's better than facing a reality that would shame her.


But of course she's wrong,

If you write a song,

It would be empty if it wasn't sung

A heart is empty unless it is wrung

Thorns are old now, they need to go

Maybe thorns if buried, can be allowed to grow

Maybe the flower dies, but again, maybe not

She thought she'd fall and shatter, but what if she's caught?

There was a desert here once, and she hid herself in dread 

But what if that's gone, and there's now a forest instead?

Bloom mighty, little flower, for every one that hurt

You added another layer to your magnificent petal skirt

Let go, you know how to protect yourself now

Let go, your protection now comes straight from above.

Let go, you're free and nothing can hurt you again.

You've learnt to love without giving your self up as a bargain. 


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