There Is No Beauty Without Pain --Ruth

Well there was a flower that blossomed. Not sure where or how but it did and with it thornes rose. Even so, people come to it due to the beauty it holds, like a Rose. Still the flower is not sure why the thorns are there, to keep people away on purpose maybe? It didn’t ask for the thornes to exist yet...they do. Many people come to wonder at its beauty, a beautiful fragrance of a heart that spreads care and understanding to others around it. It has petals that blossom out like a hug but no one dare get too close? Or is the flower not allowing them, keeping its thorns atop? There is always one person who breaks and cuts down said thorns to cherish that beautiful flower that others just adored from afar. After awhile that one person-believing they have taken all of the thorns away-prick themselves on another causing the grip on the flower to loosen just the slightest from surprise. Thinking nothing of it they pass it on as a mere accident, continuing to tare the thorns down they grip the flower once more. They run into more thorns. The flower doesn’t understand why the thorns still exist, it wants them gone, forever. At this point the person's grip completely lossens letting the flower go from the sting it scared onto them. “Why?” the flower thinks to itself. “Why am I like this, have these thorns? Why do they let me go so easily after holding on for so long?” the flower can’t figure out who to blame. Well, is there really anyone to blame? After sometime the person returns to the flower but doesn’t pick it up like before, their touch hesitant as their fingers twitch back each time they reach out. Too afraid...afraid of what exactly? Afraid of being pricked yet again by another unwanted thorn? Or making the commitment of suffering or helping the scared flower lose its painful thorns? Selfish reasons? The flower was suffering on its own with these unwanted confusing sharp spikes. Does the person need to find a pretty flower without thorns to satisfy them until they are ‘strong’ enough, ‘mature’ enough to handle the BEAUTIFUL flowers thorns? The flower can’t help but think. “Why, why do I exist. Just for show, to make others feel better about themselves with no room left to make myself feel...good or have someone make me feel good, special, loved...happy but not temporary happiness but eternal..?” the flowers thoughts cut deep, feelings it wasn't even aware of. “If I didn’t exist I wouldn’t be hurt everytime I become ‘happy’ or ‘secure’. I wouldn’t have to suffer in exchange for someone else’s well being...every time...but no! I can’t think like that. Those are selfish thoughts, you pathetic drama queen. ...But then again, if I didn’t exist I wouldn’t prick people. Cause the person I grew to trust, love and care completely about pain, sadness, worry, or heartache.” Its thoughts tumbled.
“Why do I exist exactly...?”
Instead of a thorn this time the person unconsciously ripped off a petal...a gorgeous petal.