People see the thorns
and call people difficult.
But nobody asks
why they had to grow thorns
over the softest pulp…
Maybe, just to survive—
one more season
under someone else’s sun?
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Sometimes you just have to tell them.
You've crossed the line
My defences are up.
Sometimes.... that doesn't always work so it's okay being a cactus too I guess
Nobody messes with a cactus.
Truth in this short piece and a prickly truth at that. Well written it uses the metaphor well
Thank you so much!!!!!
You are most welcome
Many people do not see the beauty in us just the bad things. Fine words Meera.
Andy
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