• R. E. Maynard

Thorns and Thistles

My destiny may not always be a pleasant affair of the heart. Even in finding my truest desires for happiness, so shall a life of dreams cause me a fair amount of fearful discoveries.

Thorns and Thistles

A passion for living well above strifes, I must hold dear to a willful heartache inevitably, or rise in the name of my love’s tragedies.

The person that I become is a blessing indeed, as I learn to appreciate each breath affording me the morrow’s light of day. The nightfall shall pause my disparities, while living life teaches lessons of hopeful promises for new beginnings.

Confidently, I become the person who defines a destiny worthy of sacrifice—triumphs and failures alike. I bear the fruit of my Tree of Life, while knowledge keeps me humble for far greater expectations. As I burden these thorns and thistles, so shall I bear this soul of mine forevermore.

— R. E. Maynard

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