you used to use your thorns to protect the glass casing that you were in from breaking but soon your fragile shell was shattered and the shards of glass pierced…
Speak, sing, write, act Till your voice can no more And your face can’t twitch a muscle And your hand cramps and becomes sore With blisters and splotches of ink…
The struggle seemed so insignificant now, Like tiny dots that become of people, That had once seemed so intimidating, Are now no more than grains, Caught in the whirlwind of…