Ouch! How the thorns of life impress their mark;
Impacting like a traitor in the dark!
A bleeding wound that never seems to heal;
With all the replays, blood cannot congeal.
Too overwhelmed, forgetful in the pain..;
Take heart! The roses always bloom again!
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I’ve come to enjoy this, the Quadrille at
dVerse,
where Björn is hosting, and today’s word is “rose”!
Mystical Strings 
So true – so true – we are afraid of the pain, but it will not last forever. And, yes, roses always bloom again. This was wonderful .
“The roses always bloom again!” Thank goodness
The roses come back each season and bloom again. But i would be careful not to get pricked again.
In spite of it, the roses will bloom again, thank goodness.
Hope blossoms at the end of your poem!
Love that glimmer of hope at the end!
A wonderful metaphor for life…light following some of life’s darkness.
Excellent…love that last line!
Love the metaphor, the bloom returns at some point.
“Take heart! The roses always bloom again!” ~ There is always hope at the end of the road just as there is always a rose on among the thorns. 🙂
Thank, Dr. Crystal. Just the prescription I need!