Eremophobia

There are years of sabotaging irony
in being a delicate cactus flower
Blooming beautifully at night
with worried spines only to add to desert desolation.

Pessimistic thoughts
of never being caught, not once by human eyes.

Yet to dream
Oh,
of so many
in the world
imagine, me:
To be picked!

To be plucked away by one
from my own barbs of oppressive doubt
without regard for these thorns.

To be taken away from the thoughts
of solitude
To be chosen
When I thought I’d be left alone.

-Written by Angel Rosario 10/7/09