trapped in a terrible tangle
of thorns.
pierced by the powerful pains
of thoughts.
with every attempted escape
it tightens.
yes, i'm afraid what will happen,
i'm frightened.

how many people come and go with
blunted shears?
are they ready for the bush?
i sneer.
for they will never be ready, they will
never comprehend.
they’ll never understand how to help
their friend.

i have been trapped in a terrible tangle
of thorns
for years.
and now,
the thorns
are gone.

but so am i.