The J Phase

I'm glad you survived your J phase. You fought valiantly and left hurt, but you learned and grew from dirt. You sprouted high and breathed anew. Your leaves florish and reflect the truth. Your eyes are open, and the light shines. What stars align upon this great night? What thorns emerge to wither defeat? What deadly toxin have you left dead? Imagine a world where life restarts. A life where fate falls apart. Where the spikes never drew near; they never peirced your heart. Imagine a world where this J doesn't harm. Imagine a world where he dies. I can see that life, but I am yet to live it, because I am a J, and I am yet mended. You survived, but I'm a rose again. I tried to be a flower, but I'm a thorn, I fear.