Vegetarian therapy

Grasping my ankle is the vine of thorns containing sharp knowledge.

Slowly pricking my fingers while it extracts drops of desperate curiosity.

All of this too clever for my own good, always offering my outreached hands to take on the defiant.

Soaking up the guilt they do not seem to see; it drowns me as I fret to struggle to the top.

Forever climbing through this never ending and powerful forest, not to far to being able to dream.