I used to want to be thin and beautiful
delicate and fragile like a flower
managing to exist in the desert
retaining a softness that is unwavering
not to be touched but to be seen
I thought of myself like that
but I like the perspective I have now
I am rough and bristly
a cactus thriving in the desert
retaining water and life for myself
and for thirsty passers-by
I am useful and I am tough
touched and wanted and heard