Cactus

A cactus is prickly.
Its blossoms are pretty.
But is that all to it?

Is the cactus friendly and kind?
Or does it fight and always mind?
They say cacti are not pleasent to touch.

Due to sharp spines and sunset finds.
They like to hold in the water all day long.
So that they survive very long.

The cactus spikes and spines are prickly.
That’s why people run away quickly.
I tried to make a friend with one.

And it acidentally did me harm.
I tried to give it a reassuring pat.
But instead hurt myself,hurt my heart.

Perhaps the cactus feels lonely too.
And wants to feel happy,full.
But it can’t help the spikes.

That cause endless fights.
And restless sleeping nights.
I’m so sorry if I hurt you,if I ever did..

I didn’t mean to,I swear on my soul.
I’m a cactus,and so I feel foul.
I like to stay under the sun all day long.

It makes me happy.
But sometimes I approach people wrong.
I know I am a living being like you all.

But my spikes,they hurt and fall.
The cactus hoped the spines would fall off.
And people would come back,saying it was a bluff.

The cactus was tough with its spikes.
But it felt lonely being unable to touch someone.
Not being able to give a hug.

Or a gentle tug.
One time,a kid with a red balloon approached it and smiled.
But the spines popped the balloon.

And the kid frowned soon.
It tried to comfort it with a hug.
But only hurt it like a bug.

Perhaps one day,the cactus would bloom.
And become a beautiful red rose instead.
That what it’s meant.

And the wounds the spines did,I tried to mend.
Without its blossoms,the cactus felt bland.
And people would look at it in fear.

It wanted to be a red rose,oh so dear.
But the beauty inside it is crystal clear.