a tale of excuses-her story

her stem extends as a metaphor of life
yet her thorns are stifling
her petals bloom in delight
such immediate contentment she derives from the simplicity of life

she sinks in the sweetness of the very air we breathe
to seep in its tenderness
to revive each moment
to embrace the warmth of her light

she retreats to her utopia of imaginations
to the liberty of carving her life
on a blank canvas
scribbled with simplistic pleasures
of cosmic infinity

along the way her thorns get in the way
while they appreciate her beauty
but her acid wit pricks her surrounding
such dismay

her belief in not making up excuses for the way life turned out to be
as that makes us the very excuese we always make excuses for

should she conform to the norm
and make up an excuse to be 'exclusive'?

is life then an excuse for us to run away from our true self?
life is a contradiction
a living oxymoron

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