No more disappointments and sorrows

As time went by, the wounds healed,
the wounds healed,
I learned that in this life
There are roses of disappointments.

I must give thanks for the damage,
rose of sharp thorns,
your stinging stings
left my soul lacerated.

But your pricks taught me
not to walk drowsily,
far from the flock and its path,
lost in the mist of torment.

From your cruel thorns sprouted
the strength to go on,
to embrace life with fortitude,
to leave behind the harassing suffering.

Today I can admire your beauty
without fearing your hurtful defences,
for your lessons made me strong,
capable of weathering any storm.

No more disappointments and sorrows,
only gratitude for the teachings,
for showing me that behind adversity
that after adversity, happiness and goodness blossom.