Ivy Christou

The Evolution Of A Cactus - Poem by Ivy Christou

It is strange how I have managed
To grow wings when before
all I could grow were thorns.
I guess I just let myself show,
I tore the curtains apart
And the sun came into the room,
Warm and reviving.
Now I no longer blame me at nights,
people seem less frightening
and the tone of my voice is stronger.
I can laugh loudly or gently or unexpectedly,
Whenever I want, with out caring
Whether they find it funny or not.
My laugh comes from within
And you can tell from my eyes
That I’m finally happy with myself.

I have accepted who I am.

Comments about The Evolution Of A Cactus by Ivy Christou

  • (12/8/2005 11:24:00 AM)

    Congrats on your transformation! Lovely piece, Ivy. (Report)Reply

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  • (12/3/2005 6:07:00 PM)

    Great work Ivy. I think the subject and metaphor for this poem - the cactus - is a very ideal one. In fact the whole title is perfect. Evolution... yes, perfect.
    Best wishes, Seán

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2005

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