My Cactus

My cactus, my cactus

The funny part about this poem is – I don’t even own a cactus

But I’d like to

Because they remind me of people; you see

We’re just like cacti, you and I

The way we’re so defensive and coarse on the outside

Yet some of us are fortunate enough to blossom

While the rest wait for someone to realize that despite all the needles and pointy edges

We’re all something miraculous

Just like my friend, the cactus

(Copyright 2013 AMRG3)