Prickly peer

I was a cactus plant, Waiting restively for my blossoming days. Some say I am the prickly peer(pear), with thorns that may cut through you , when you reach out with carelessness, to grab the beauty of my existence. They say now that I am the flower, and that it would be great honour if I let go of the thorns that has made me into a beloved. Here I am. Waiting, in full glory, to betray what has become me, to let go of the life I lived, to be opposite of my belief. A lover has come to get me, and show me to the world that will love me to my demise. I have lost my air, my pride is shattered, My beauty is crumbled by the touch of mankind on the beauty that I became. I wish, even if just for a while, to go back to my thorns, to live free again, Like the prickly peer that I was meant to be.