I was covered in prickles
The barbs of life's sharpness
Had entered my peripheries
Pierced underneath, to my core

In time, I grew around them
As a tree around wrought iron
In my humanness I adapted
They became part of my selfscape

Then one day, one fell away
I felt the freedom remaining
So I extracted with care and love
Each well-known thorn, reborn

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: prickle

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