* This was written for children as a way to understand and deal with their pain
There are thorns growing in my head,
sharp and spiky,
prickly and pointy,
that feels strong and mighty.
They take over my head,
all the way down to my feet.
They make me say and do things,
like nasty things to those I meet.
But I don’t mean to be mean.
I don’t want to hurt others.
I want to treat everyone
as if they’re my dear sisters and brothers.
But these thorns in my head
makes me hurt and angry inside
and I don’t know how to fix it,
and I can’t keep pushing it aside.
So I hit and I kick,
I shout and I cry,
I yell and I sulk,
and sometimes I even lie.
You try to hug the thorns away,
but they prick you too.
So you stop giving me hugs,
even though I really want you to.
I know my thorns may hurt you,
when you try to get close to me.
You then try to yell or stomp them out,
but they never seem to leave.
I carry these thorns with me
everywhere I go,
and as I grew older,
it made my mood so low.
Then one day I met a boy,
who also carried thorns in his head,
I watched him lash out at those he loved,
then later regret what he’d said.
I asked him why he carried his thorns,
and he cried saying he was sad.
In that moment I knew his sadness
was why he behaved so bad.
I felt his sadness as if it was my own,
and saw myself in him.
So I gave him the biggest hug I could,
and felt his sadness dim.
At first our thorns pricked each other,
and he tried to pull away,
but I assured him healing
will have pain along the way.
So we held each other,
thorns and all,
in kindness and care,
until fear held us no more.
A small flower started to grow
between the thorns in our head.
Then more and more flowers grew,
and inner joy started to spread.
I was no longer alone
and no longer afraid,
I was no longer stuck in my head
feeling only the hurt in my cave.
So I looked at my thorns,
the hurt from long, long ago,
and forgave those who hurt me
and let all resentment go.
I forgave myself for hurting others
and promised to try to be kind,
so I no longer needed to hurt others
because I had a hurting mind.
Overtime I had enough flowers
and joy blossoming in my head,
to offer these joyful flowers
rather than thorns to others instead.
So if you have thorns growing
inside of your head,
know it’s because you’re hurting
and learn to grow flowers instead.
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