Soft Thorns

Kelly Corcoran

4/21/15

Soft Thorns

With her barbed tongue and ready wit,

She’s a soft edge taking a hit.

Soft thorns, beware of scorn

She can burn and cut. She’s in a rut.

Her tongue is a knife

Well that’s just life

All she needs is a little love

And some help from above

She is compassionate and caring

But her patience is thin

She hides her sin with a grin

She hides her fear from those far and near

She can topple castle walls

She’ll never fall

Makes her own life

Carves with a knife

Out of marble stone

On her own

But she is never alone

She has friends on the phone

And at home

The written and spoken word

Keeps her in touch

It’s really not much

She loves her own, she is never alone

She is a fortress

With her army by her side

A concurring warrior maiden

The heroes of our own story

I’ll see you in the morning.