I Am a Cactus

I can’t trust anymore, so I’m putting on my armor.

I’m wanting to let people in, but its more important to protect myself.

I fight every day to stay strong, but sometimes it’s really hard.

I’m surviving in extreme conditions, but what is keeping me from losing the battle?

I have faced light, darkness, sunshine and rain, but how?

I’m holding on to the ground beneath me, but why?

I bring warmth and care with my flower, but I keep my spikes out.

I’m feeling weak, but I was made to be strong.

I am a cactus.

4/5/19