“Briar Rose”

~Esther Mitchell, 2010~

Something barely noticed,

Locked up tight without a key,

And yet so overlooked,

Tucked away, hidden, unseen.

If you go looking for me,

You’re likely to get lost in thorns,

Few are brave enough,

to uncover what brambles adorn.

Most are content to view,

only what they wish to see,

And thus fail to acknowledge,

what makes me, me.

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