An apparent hurt, pain deeply so perceived
sinking momentary of worlds all temporary
as cornered an animal running,seeking dark
the solace of a womb of hibernation unfeeling.

An unknowing bloom in a desolation flowering
a healing slow providential also to **** powered!
made by grace an ally,a transformation hatched
from thorns agonized,an ascetic bed of roses fine.

Who else to thank now but thee my fine Agonies?