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.
Image credits: Google – roses – thorns