- We Are Becoming
Scripturient

I once was a beautiful rose
Nourished by nature
And fed by prose.
I later became
The thorns along its skin,
Protective and painful
Never allowing the poetry in.
I am now a cactus,
Rough and firm
I stand,
Weathering these conditions
With only a pen
In my hand.
By Anastasia Amy
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