Cloverthorn

I know of a cool, green meadow,
soft and fragrant with tender beds of clover
offering a gentle place to rest
as life moves through me.

I can see it from here.

It lies just beyond this tangle of thorny ideas,
and the ceaseless power of my own will
from which I am scratched; torn and bloody
as I move through life.

I struggle against the briars, determined in my quest.
I have all the best salves and tinctures to tend my wounds.
They are precious and expensive....
and I acquired them at great personal cost;
lessons learned and battles won.

I know of a cool, green meadow
soft and fragrant with tender beds of clover
offering a gentle place to rest
as life moves through me.

I can see it from here.