Thorns Poem by Jennifer Gordon

Like a thorn
that's in too deep
and me to weak
so all I do is pluck and pleek,
pulling and pulling at it
but for some reason it just won't have it.
It starts to bleed
and I start to plead.
Hoping and coping,
that maybe just maybe it will set me free.
As time changes, and rearranges
like caterpillars to butterflies.
My anger goes from where this thorn lies.
The pain has taken over.
Creating chains as if it were playing Red Rover.
I yell, I shout
But it refuses to come out.
I start to fear,
why is it staying there?
Everything suddenly gets dark,
There is no trace, no sign, no mark.
Where am I?
I ran, I look and
Saw that thorn look me over like a book.
Everything was spinning,
but I knew just what to do.
I grabbed that thorn,
and ripped it up.
Piece by piece
Until there was nothing left but you.