When Roses Bleed Thorns

When roses bleed thorns-

it’s time to prune them.

Waiting for seasons to change-

is like waiting for silence to resolve-

conflicts- a game of pride and rank.

When roses bleed thorns-

thistles outgrow the rosebuds;

until color is lost to chaos-

like taste waning to cost.

So don’t lose faith to controversy.

When roses bleed thorns-

barks dry out of life and pleasantry-

like a song that’s been forgotten-

to words like aphids plaguing-

roses with disease and decay.

When roses bleed thorns-

watering its roots won’t stop-

the sap from staining your hands.

You can wipe your hands clean-

but they will still smell blood.

When roses bleed thorns-

don’t just push away the thorns-

or leaves hinging on them-

for your roses will just grow deformed-

so cut off that gangrenous bark!

When roses bleed thorns-

treat each branch like-

a finger that needs grooming-

through work and nutrition-

Not all your fingers are the same.

When roses bleed thorns-

they lose their essence forever-

to protectors defecting -

to steal their blossoms.

When roses bleed thorns-

the truth is lost to being right-

kindness is slayed in the name of pride-

like a hero turned in as a traitor!

When roses bleed thorns-

feuds permeate the soil-

reaching the roots killing-

harmony and dissolving-

what was once a family.

When roses bleed thorns-

remember he who waters-

the rose must water the thorn-

for every rose tree is a family-

bearing a rose and thorn-

on each branch and bark.

When roses bleed thorns-

take time to smell the roses-

but mind you thorns will remain.

So be like a rose not a thorn-

and open up yourself to beauty-

and Love to receive the truth-

about people, life, and family.