On the windowsill
by intimatesound
· 30/12/2025
Published 30/12/2025 14:01
On the windowsill,
a cactus stands tall,
forgotten like a secret,
its jagged spines
like stubborn dreams,
surviving in neglect.
I look at it now,
thriving where I’ve faltered,
each green arm a testament
to resilience,
a quiet shout
in a world that can be cruel,
reminding me
that survival isn’t sweet,
but fierce, and unyielding.