METANOIA

Out of thorns come a rose

A walk through my annals of memory
Am sullen about
As I cheat myself greatly of what I give out
Enough thorns have pierced my heart

More often my feet take the first step
To be welcomed in mud of unconcern
Time to purge myself of this pain
To unleash the rose deep rooted within

I have stretched my heart long enough
I have being chivalric enough
It’s due to value self
Blin from giving much care
As I preserve my heart for right ones