All Without Reason

Has anyone ever told you that

everything would be alright?

Not to worry,

To

Focus on the things you can control…

And

Breathe.

How’s it going?

That’s the classic battle between body, mind and soul -

We know

And yet oftentimes, it makes no difference.

They’re not so separate. (I am learning.)

Like small climbing roses, thorned and entangled into wood and stone.

Sometimes

It feels like pulling one from another would be much like the detangling of vines.

Slow

Painful

And dangerous.

How do you peel a climbing flower off a brick wall without breaking its stem or ripping leaves along the way?

And in another sense - Do we really want to?

I for one have learned to love the scent of small climbing roses, pretty and pink-

They’re comfortable.

Small roses don’t have a smell (though)

So maybe much like you and everyone else I’ve tricked myself into believing that they smell sweet; and to preserve their climbing nature I have decided that they do in fact serve a purpose-

To soothe me.

And while locked within my walls I tell myself,

“How lovely, that smell.”

All so as to not need to cut away their prickly vines from the foundation of my building.

It seems so simple;

Not to worry,

To

Focus on the things you can control…

And

Breathe.

But still,

I tell myself that I can smell the roses.