Damn it TG, don't act like a drone
My instincts warning me to make hay while the sun shone
And with each step I took, anxiety went two steps ahead
I really wondered if I would even be heard.

Going down memory lane, it felt too hard
Even if I now laugh over it with Dad
The disorder ordering my steps carefully
Ready to reprimand me if I ever overdosed on confidence

I had hoped to one-day sit under the palm tree
Sharing my experience, happy I was now free
But then these thorns in my flesh
Thorns which always made the wounds afresh
They never seemed to stop biting
They never seemed to stop fighting
They never let me experience healing
They rather let me confused, staring blankly at the ceiling
Maybe It deemed fit i have it
Maybe I was meant to take this hit
Maybe God wants my thorns to remain behind bars
Maybe as a reminder I am still human, I needed the scars
The scars from these thorns in my flesh.