Succulent

My thoughts of you are redolent
Of a battered desert succulent.
On your spiny, scarred exterior

Lovers, long broken up, etched their undying love.
What did that have to do with you?

How faithfully you stay in place
When burning heat seeks to displace
Eliminate you, leave no trace

To tell you that your faith’s misplaced.

When doubts assail you, foes  abound
You hunker down and stand your ground
Your unseen wells of sustenance
Cause you to smile and even dance.

You are worn yet beautiful,

dry yet refreshing

spent yet nourishing.

Succulent in every way.

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