Cactus and the Cloud part 1

There was a man named Kirk

He was a cactus

He was born w a curse 

Everyone he loved he hurt 

Everyone he hugged, he stuck

Needles so sharp it would break skin 

Needles so sharp 

He thought to love,

For him,

Was a sin. 

So he kept his distance 

Kept everyone at bay

To protect them

But really to protect him 

He lied to himself 

Saying he enjoyed his isolation 

Maybe he did sometimes 

Even when he hid sometimes 

He wished someone would come and find him 

But He never reached out 

Never told anyone that he was playing this long game of hide and seek 

He hid so well

So obviously under his sheets 

Behind a screen

Afraid to reveal the monsters under his bed

But his room was all in his head 

And under his bed was just a mirror. 

Reflecting his pins and needles 

Numb to the world. 

Screaming in silence 

It's hot and dry in the desert

But that was his home 

But no one would visit 

Cause he would invite no one.

The desert was a big place 

but because of his curse 

This cactus named Kirk 

Knew not 

How to hold space 

So his room was his doom

It housed pain with no grace 

Until one day 

When he experienced his

First drop of rain…