Poke

I've been recently described as "prickly,"

and I can't disagree

Soft to the touch

but prickly inside,

quick to jump (to conclusions)

but slow to make up my mind

To be as prickly as I am,

it can't really be helped;

my fruit has hardened,

but is now plucked from its branches 

with more ease than before

I did not hear

my own descent into distortion,

my plummet to new anticlimax 

I'm only prickly

because I've grown the thorns,

only prickly

because I like the protection 

It keeps everyone at a safe distance

It keeps me safe

Reviews

[diamondlioness]

A really solid poem that people can totally connect with! Great work!