The Rose

As I connect to this rose in my mind’s eye, I can dissect it from the outside to inside out.

The thorns that protect the smoothness of the stem. Only a few brave souls attempt to pick it—the smoothness from the stem connecting to the delicate petals. Did you think it could get any more beautiful than that? Look closely; you could see the veins that run through the petal, the vibrancy of the colors that make people stop and stare. The deeper you go inside of this rose, you’ll notice layers upon layers, and then there is life. You’ll realize that the thorns were protecting the life inside of this rose, the life waiting for its turn to blossom.

As I step out of the rose, I step outside of myself. I see the beauty of every piece that makes one—layers upon layers that breed new life.

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