I let the thorn fester,
It had become part of me.
I thought to pry it free,
But I remembered it was part of me.
I decided it could stay,
For it was only a small part of me.
How much could it hurt?
I could spare this part of me.
So I gave it away,
This part of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem