Healing never comes easy
You have to remove parts of yourself
You have to feel
To endure the hurt and pain
You have to hold it up to the light to study all over again

Darkness has cast her slumbering spell,
The land lies dreaming beneath her hand,
Thick sable sheets have swaddled the stars
And waves lay like lovers on the sand.

Times seems swallowed by stillness and silence,
These gentle beasts feasting on movement and sound;
No breeze dares to be in reach of their presence,
Even mist lies motionless over the ground.

But soon comes the morning, and dawning of life,
As little sounds stir ‘cross the countryside
At the beach, the waves wake with a sighing of surf,
Then rise, and rejoice with the victorious tide.

How was the rose going to bloom when all you saw was the thorns so you cut off the heads and left the spike
Any colour would be torn out
The flower and the spine desire to be together for true order and beauty to show
The ruby red was always the cut from the rose
That's all you've ever known
So you hold on to what's left and wonder why you bleed

Beautiful sadness,     walk with me awhile
and let me tell you,      stories of sorrow.

Take a look in the mirror and see
Take the time to look
Too busy blinding others with the glare
They turn away
And you wonder why

You want to be seen
Want to be loved
So see others
Love them too
No one wants sharp edges to cut
Neither do you