This thorn in my side is drawing in deep
I realize it throbs when I move or breathe
As I tear it from my flesh the blood secretes
At least it’s gone; one less goal to achieve.
Now I wonder have I lost a piece of me?
Because this thorn I removed will never return
I sit here contemplating my decision and now I see
My skin goes pale and my chest starts to burn
I should’ve stayed patient and allow the pain to subside
But why do we have to hurt in the first place?
My mind runs scenarios while I weep on the inside
I sit here shivering looking in the mirror, at my face
I scream and shout as I shatter the glass
Reflecting on the decision that I had chose
The blood has not stopped canvassing the grass
This thorn could’ve blossomed into a rose.
By: Cody Ogle
Author’s note: Pain is hard to fathom. One simply wishes to remove it. But if you fight through the pain, good can come from it.
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In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present- Francis Bacon
