Thistles

 

Life hasn’t been good to me so far, so
why do I bother to put seed in the soil?

I never felt people were there, I fought
alone and all I got was meager harvests.

And thistles on my field, stings my heel!

I’ve resigned from desires out of reach
and set up trellises on my balcony, and
I plan to plant creepers, to get privacy.

True, once I wanted to be happy, but life
is rough and it’s very creepy to deal with.

It’s said “choose your battles”! But I rarely
did because troubles came looking for me,
to hide or run! And sometimes one has to!

(”Chosen” battles ain’t battles. Life is a battle
and we were never asked! Just born to a crib.)

Now I set seeds in soil, still doing my time
within the brackets, as they once became!
Strange life! I try to embrace it, as it is.