The Dark Side

Thorns as you call them cutting you deeper and deeper as you step further into the garden of her roses. Blind and clueless that each sharp point is taking its pound of flesh. But as you grab that rope of patience forcing yourself deeper a new realm is unlocked a new demon to face a new dark side. You get to a good point in the garden of her and you feel safe you set up camp. Then a storm hits not rain or sleet more of fire and brim stone that burns up the progress you have made only to realized a new patch has grown and it has more thorns to deal with but they are beautiful to you still. So you take the plunge and press forward Pretty brown eyed soul is all most see but deep down there is a dark side that you can’t just let be but now you are in to deep and the pain of the thorns is starting to take over with no remorse are you ready to turn around , stay put or move ahead. Going forward into the rose bush only causes deeper wounds but turning around retracing your steps are wounds that you have lived in the past. Your soul bearing the weight of a garden that you can’t nurture continuing to water but weeds begin to grow but if you look at reality weeds in a garden only overtake the beauty of the real flowers blooming. You my darling are the rose bright red likes rudolfs nose. The only one that pokes through when everything else fails Shining brighter than any other you are a rare kind . You are phenomenal in every facet just stop and realize it