An absent father
you can enjoy the delicacy of a rose without touching it
enjoy it without embracing it
knowing it is perceived as gentle, kind, forgiving
but it’s thorns are always going to be there
always going to be just as sharp
pinpricks turned to razor blades if you get too close
you can enjoy the rose from a distance,
but don’t you dare get too close again
Copyright © Keiera Pooley | Year Posted 2023
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