Almost 24 years ago, I wrote a poem sharing my feeling of being in love and breaking up for the first time. This prompted me to write a poem called, “Thorns of a Rose ”. I wrote this poem to myself as a cautionary tale to remind myself that never again would I experience love and tragedy. The rose and thorns are inseparable as they are intimately connected. The rose represent love and the thorns represent the journey of conflict, struggle, misunderstanding, pain, and loss. There is no greater love than the experience of trying.

At a young age, I loved to read and write and this shaped me to be the person I am today. Reading was a way for me to detach myself from reality and go on an adventure. Writing was a window to my thoughts and feelings. As a deaf person growing up, I did not have a lot of friends or had full access to communication.

I could not find the copy of the poem but I wrote it as I remembered it like yesterday.

This beautiful red rose perfect just like her.

Her eyes, her smile you remember like yesterday.

Dancing of lines…”Hi!”, “You are cute!”, “You are beautiful!” all from our heart to make each other smile.

Every time I see her, my heart glows like 1 million fireflies in the sky.

Love at its peak like Mt. Kilimanjaro as love conquers all.

Will love be forever like the endless universe?

Holding on the rose tighter and tighter…She is leaving me.

Like 12 thorns for every sorrow and pain piercing in my hand.

I tried so hard to hold on to her and blood dripping from my hand.

Do I fight and still hold on to the rose or do I let go and heal?

Yet, she was still there…like the rose all beautiful and sweet but cold and distant like the thorns.

Yet, I lost her.

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If there is one thing that I have learned by now. If you truly love this person yet the rose is full of thorns. Either you hold on to her and show her that no matter what, you will be there for her or let her go?

You have a choice.

Only this time, I will hold on and not let go.

Me, Myself, and Moi