Begins to Break

Why do you insist
on believing I am
large and hard
and covered in spikes?
That was never a costume
I wore for you.
I am the wild flower
that is small
and begins to break
and whither the moment
you pluck it from
its earthy bed.
So I am.
So I languish, and still
you don’t see.

………
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