I’m a needle,
And like a needle in a haystack,
I get lost and immobile.
Sometimes frightened and suffocated...
Mostly numb and oddly protected.
The worst part of me being buried,
Suffocated... immobilised..rendered useless...and just a utter black hole.
Is that everytime you bury your hands and search for me,
I prick and draw blood...
But you never stop.
You squeeze and uncover my hay,
All the while I cause you harm,
Cuts and scarring,
I make you wince and wail,
Swear and...and sometimes you cry...
But you never stop until I’m safely in your hold and cuddled out of trance.
You always say the same words,
“Don’t be sorry, all those of beauty are only one turn away from ugliness”
And I will always reply back,
“You need your eyes tested”
And even though my heart blossoms,
I pray for your surrender...you deserve so much more than my daughter scars.