Poke

Poke

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

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

© 2019 Emmy J.M. Powell


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

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