With this sky so black I must travel through the valley of thorns

With no light to guide my way

Pain, misery and I must travel alone

Beasts wait for me to die from hunger and isolation

I'm weak from my mind laying siege to my positive place

I give up and lay down waiting for these thorns to consume me like the others who have failed to cross this chasm of eternal nothing.

My eyes become heavy in waiting for someone to pass by who has the strength to pick me up and bring me to the other side

As my eyes close I see a red light too far to reach and too far to speak in the distance. Eerie yet beautiful lulling me towards it. So different so strange to this Valley of thorns.

I push myself up with all the pain and aching. All these thorns injecting into my palms and feet. I see only red as I stumble and fall towards this object.

Everything feels wet and tacky. I'm getting closer. I scream in pain as I reach for it. Something sharp and bold pierces my fleshy fingers.

I grab hold and my pain subsides. These colors I see disappear. I do not feel misery or isolation. I found the other side of the valley of thorns. That is the funny part, there is no other side. Only this thing to protect me from the thorns.

Just like that I found you, a Rose, in this Valley of Thorns.