Deprived
Like a cactus in the desert;
I need little to survive,
deprive me and be harsh;
you cannot make my spirit die.
I do not grow with richness;
like many others do,
I merely exist in a place;
that would never be good enough for you.
The deprivation would absolutely strip you;
of all your strength, will and hope,
even for a cactus sometimes;
giving up is easier than trying to cope.
Copyright © Victoria Cormier | Year Posted 2011
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