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Count my Thorns and Tattered Leaves
if you spot me in the field
where you once crushed me
count my thorns and tattered leaves
if you notice my spring vibrancy
and stop to smell my breath
don’t forget
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i didn’t always look this way
know that flowers don’t grow the same
take time now, to admire what you see
zoom in closely
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i wear these wounds proudly
it’s impossible to hide the pain I’m bearing
can’t stop the petals from tearing
or the stem from bending
so pause what you’re doing
count my thorns and tattered leaves
and whatever you do
don’t dare uproot me
you’ll be pricked
start counting.
where you once crushed me
count my thorns and tattered leaves
if you notice my spring vibrancy
and stop to smell my breath
don’t forget
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i didn’t always look this way
know that flowers don’t grow the same
take time now, to admire what you see
zoom in closely
count my thorns and tattered leaves
i wear these wounds proudly
it’s impossible to hide the pain I’m bearing
can’t stop the petals from tearing
or the stem from bending
so pause what you’re doing
count my thorns and tattered leaves
and whatever you do
don’t dare uproot me
you’ll be pricked
start counting.
Published 5th Aug 2020
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5th Aug 2020 7:23pm
Dear T,
Wonderful metaphor using nature to pain and their relationship to one another. The lifecycle of a flower and its delicacy so resembles the individual human lifecycle in experiencing, developing and recuperating from life’s hurts and disappointments. The idea of creating our own armor of thorns and battle weary torn leaves is an amazing way to describe life. I’m gutted by this on a personal level and found this write beseeching with a plea to not be overlooked. Lovely write. H🌷
Wonderful metaphor using nature to pain and their relationship to one another. The lifecycle of a flower and its delicacy so resembles the individual human lifecycle in experiencing, developing and recuperating from life’s hurts and disappointments. The idea of creating our own armor of thorns and battle weary torn leaves is an amazing way to describe life. I’m gutted by this on a personal level and found this write beseeching with a plea to not be overlooked. Lovely write. H🌷
7th Aug 2020 6:17am
This is the message of my poem. It’s like tunnel vision, or selective seeing, only looking at the eye catching petals of us and avoiding the beaten scars we carry.. but those are the things that make us uniquely beautiful. So, wear those thorns proudly ;) and thank you as always for the feedback and love ❤️
