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.