Dear God

I am a rose. I am pretty and pink. Sometimes you have to surrender, put the arrows down while going through uncharted territory, dont be so tough, be tender. The way the road, the journey of where one needs to be can be pretty. So I wasn't this spiky all the time. It is the return to the innocence, to remmber and know who I a trully am. One can be a child for a long time, sometimes for lifetimes unwilling to grow up. Or may be it is something else that I don't know.
And then a spark lights up in the sky. Love can turn mountains shift, help ascend planets. It can make this flower I am looking at inmy vision grow.