The prickliest of small species, a coat of unremarkable hue.
Soft haired, smooth to the touch, soothing to the stroke.
But mixed within, are needle-like nametags.
Cautionary cue cards, warning…
I am no easy meal.
Maybe I once was,
Softer
Malleable
Open.
Now there are sharp spines
Protecting A Spine.
Quills of defense,
Wielding ink,
Warding off all vulnerability
with timid tenacity,
formidable fear.
I am sharp.
always alert.
I will be ready the next time
will keep myself safe.
Safe if I anticipate...
safe if he keeps his distance, and lets me be
For these downy daggers can’t be shot, as some believe.
You’ve to touch me.
Often wished I could be as a wasp
Enough venom for once…and then all is pau.
Yet, I will regrow these quills..and scatter the casualties among the lost.
Fear is my friend…preserving life.
Fear is my foe…preventing life.
I am a porcupine.
4 comments:
AB, thats beautiful..as beautiful as you. brother james and travis are here...i miss you and miss your words. i dont know how to get a hold of you...i have missed you a lot, sister!
T
Andy, you are the most perfectly imperfect porcupine God ever created.
The honesty and authenticity in this post, and the acute self-awareness revealed throughout...moved me to tears.
I hope you get just how beautiful you are, woman. Thank you for sharing.
Dear porcupine,
I will be in Hawaii in a few weeks. Lets hang out.
Lem
I would love this Lem. Phone number is the same...let's connect, friend~
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