In shadows deep, a thorn entwined,
A pain profound, in the heart enshrined.
Tenderness and skill, a delicate art,
To remove the thorn, where healing can start.

Complex, wounded, our stories unfold,
In the tapestry of time, tales untold.
Digging deeper, compassion's quest,
For others, ourselves, we seek what's best.

A vivid reminder of our shared plight,
In the garden of souls, seeking the light.
The thorn, a symbol, etched in our core,
A call to empathy, forevermore.

With gentle hands and hearts that care,
We navigate wounds, the burdens we bear.
For in understanding the thorns we wear,
True compassion blooms, a love so rare.

Created by
MarkWaldrop

Created by

MarkWaldrop