How I Got Rid of My Prickly by dwayneyawned These terrible spines of mine, they poke, they prick, they protrude, they get caught up in other people’s face, they get stuck in their carapace. It hurts me when my spines snap and bend, when they get pricklier as I defend and slowly I shed all that I depend on. It hurts my friends as I stab and spew, sit and stew simmering and muttering in my soup of self-righteousness. And then one day I got so tired. I wondered why I was always so wired. I closed my eyes, I calmed my mind I lessened the load I never knew I was bearing. And in my slow-beating heart did I find A prickly something like a needle-like thing Someone else’s spike from their careless fling. Bygone, forgotten, tiny yet wearisome I never realized it made me so fearsome. I never realized a heart irritated made me so agitated. I plucked and pulled and my prickly came out! And all the pricklies on me let out their dying shout. Never again, I swore
Comments
Post a Comment