Pierced by a Rose

 

He knows no happiness.

Happiness only brings more pain.

 

Yet, he accepts it.

He allows himself to bleed freely- it’s nothing to him.

 

“Everything comes with its price,” he told me.

“And when what you want comes from within, the price is never too high.”

 

“The best rewards,” he went on. “Come with the most sting.

They’re like roses, like the ones you grow- to get one you must risk being pierced.”

 

In my heart, I know he’s right.

For I too have been pierced by a rose.

 

The hurt is fleeting.

When you finally get your desires- good desires- sadness is overwhelmed by joy.

 

“However, like a rose- happiness wilts. In this world of the living, nothing lasts forever.”

This is also true, no one can deny it- not even I.

 

Everyone has been pierced by a rose-

But he, he lives with roses and thorn.