It takes so long for the bush to yield. It is thorny, defensive. Scared. When you try to coax it, it does not blossom. You forget, after some time, that it is even there.
But then, one day, you pass it once more. The thorns have parted way, and there are the most beautiful flowers, opening to the world.
She opens her eyes, blossoming left alone.
Roses in Bloom