Regretful Rose

I see you looking at me, yet I glance away.

It’s as if the regrets of my past would haunt me every time I turn to look at you.

The pain of all I’ve done wrong penetrating through my body and hanging out for all the world to see.

Regrets make a person who they are today, but why must I feel like a rose with thorns.

A rose so consumed by the past, my thorns continue to sharpen and my buds silently but surely fade.

What’s the cure? How do I stop damaging every heart I touch, mostly my own?

Regrets fill my life like a creek in the springtime filling with lush cold water from the melting mountain snow.

Maybe it’s just human nature, maybe it’s just me. But I can’t get rid of the piercing thorns and no amount of sunshine will blossom my bud.

Slowly but surely I start fading back into the corner away from all the shadows of my doubt.

The doubt that has lead me this far, but protected me from myself as much as others.

Where can I find the courage to stand up for myself and light the fire within, so that my bud will start shining again.

Who will embrace myself and protect me from my own thorns so that I may protect them?

I glance back at you and see you looking at me, suddenly I feel myself emerging from the depths of my despair.

My wounds are starting to heal and I see the way out of this regret.

The regret I have held in for so long in my life is finally healed with your loving heart.

Make me who I need to be and in return I’ll empty this life of all despair.