Beauty.

I open my hand and I am given

a rose. it has a thorn I bleed.

I look at the rose and see the beauty

of it. And the thorn that made me bleed is a

side issue.

For iam alive. So I bleed and I feel

and a suffer pain. But for the beauty

within my fingers. I am blessed.

Not many would think so.

But I take the deeper meaning. If I can,

to give better meaning and understanding

to my life.