Lay me in a bed of roses,
where the stems are filled with thorns;
for what is life without struggle?
Success without hardships and failures?
Let the thorns prick through my skin
giving me a tough battle on my way up,
for that would be a life lesson
one where I wouldn’t take things for granted.
Let every branch be an obstacle
that stands between me and my dreams,
let it scar me throughout my way
for that will make me stronger and wiser.
When I reach the bed of roses,
let every petal be a reminder
of the battles I’ve fought,
the obstacles I overcame;
let it remind me to be humble
and always be true to myself.
The introvert writer © 2021