A Thorn With Roses

Do you ever hold,

What is holding you back,

Tightly to yourself?

You want to let go, but cannot.

It hurts to hold it close,

It hurts to let it go.

It seemed to be what you wanted,

When you reached for it,

And brought it into your heart,

But now it's a thorn in your side,

Even in it's beauty.

'A thorn with roses'

And that's what you feel you are.

Sometimes the rose,

Sometimes the thorn.

The beauty and the beast in one. 

But never only one without the other.

You realize it is yourself,

Holding yourself back.

Only you can let it go,

But you can't or don't want to. 

Fear takes over for you.

You don't know how to begin.

It only takes one step,

No matter how small.

It only takes practice,

And soon you will see,

It hurts to hold it close,

But you gain freedom,

When you can finally let it go.