Growing up I was smooth and pure,

a blooming bud just waiting and adored,

lingering in the garden needing someone sure,

not one who will toss me when they are bored.

Thorns keep growing as I live my life,

effortlessly ridding of mindless and careless pricks.

Pricks who might one day cause me great strife,

strolling, and easily plucking up chicks.

There are times I wish to trim them thorns often,

but how can I when life is weathered and rough?

Growing up is difficult enough if I soften,

so shouldn’t I make tugging tough?


At least, when I see the blood drawn,

I will know who really has won.

picking a rose


©2016 let4everbe

Image credits: Google – roses – thorns


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