Thoughts on Prickly.

Bravery sticks it's neck out.
Exploring options
slender stem blossoming buds
Ardent quivering anticipation
Of sunlight and rain.

My cactus grows
In quaint silence
More eloquent than words
Tiny undefeated it abides
Gracing my hearth
And thoughts.

Prickly I called it
Christening rite
To make it feel at home
Freedom is sunlight
And hope
Is well nourished
In waters plumbed
Out of depths unknown.

Life will
Find a way
No need for
A welcome mat
Just sprinkle water
On soil
And believe me
That's love enough...

(c) Amrita Valan 2017