I embarked upon life's journey,
Accompanied by joyous souls.
Laughter and merriment filled each day,
With no worries to weigh me down.
Gradually, the glimmers waned,
Colors faded into shades of gray.
Uncertainty burdened my weary mind,
Anxiety and confusion held their sway.
In search of solace, I turned to my mother,
Known for her serene and gentle nature.
I poured out my troubles, seeking her aid,
To escape this entangled dismay.
She tenderly caressed my parched hair,
With oil untouched for quite some time.
Within the dim room, silence settled in all corners,
As she shared wisdom, so sublime.
"Look beyond the window," she softly spoke,
Where a little girl danced with a rose.
Her eyes sparkling with sheer delight,
Radiating goodness wherever she goes.
"What else do you see?" my mother asked,
"Does she fear the thorns, or brave their sting?
Will she cast the rose aside in discomfort,
Or handle it gently, learning the joy it can bring?"
Her gaze met mine, and she whispered,
"Though pricked you've been, don't let love fade.
Embrace the beauty despite the pain."
Her words, wrapped in enchanting wisdom,
Were a balm for my longing soul.
In her presence, I felt humbled and blessed,
For she was my beacon, making me whole.