A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy this latest little poem of mine.

Some people are like cacti, thin

Spikes protruding, little

Thorns precluding any

Closeness.

Sometimes they hurt you when

You go to comfort them, and

you don’t understand why they

Don’t love you.

And yet, I know that

Cacti people are

Also lonely, and

Really,

It isn’t hard to get them

Out of their shell

(of thorns).

And if you stand by them when

They need you most, then

Their spiky demeanour

To your misdemeanours will

Soften.

And you will find that,

Underneath the cactus there is

Simply a flower;

Misunderstood.