perhaps i am just
a harbinger;
a bringer of things
making way for a
breakthrough.
in this i myself am not lost;
accepting the change
natural to life,
being one with a
catalyst.
sharpened teeth,
curving thorns,
knowing and prescient;
no prophet nor god,
simply something
monstrous.
looming.
majestic and terrifying.
from the rose bush
and her bloodied thorns:
a reminder that blindly grabbing
for the plush flowers of
life, love, and future ?
means sacrifice.
yet all grow shocked,
gasping aghast
when they are pricked.
when blood is drawn.
when change occurs.