Curiosity pricks my sides and demands to be noticed
as if the sands of time are displayed nearby, heckling me with every grain.
Instead of vibrating in a state of paralysis due to fear of one of these jabs,
I let them sink in.
Long gone are the days of potent feeling laced with doubt.
These passion-infused thorns are the seeds of change; the seeds of growth.
To fear them would be foolish.
I don’t always tend to have an answer when they appear, which is often,
But I always show them respect.
Bloom. 