Nyasha Majawa

The time you make a deep sigh of relief

Thinking you have made it to the destination

The road is rough
There is no easy way to get there
The destination is desired by lots
Yet, the journey is despised by many

The time you make a deep sigh of relief
Thinking you have made it to the destination
Thorns prove you wrong
They open their mouth wide open
To welcome a delicate heart

Thorns that are jealousy of the heart
Prick the heart with their double-edged sword
Leaving it bleeding
The road is wavy

Is there any easy way?
The heart continues to bleed
And teaches itself to endure the piercing thorns
Knowing human nature is imperfect
The heart accepts no easy way is there
And continues to beat