The Child Thorn

Some things are not taken.They are given-slowly, quietly-until there is nothing left to hold.When a twisted vine takes root beneath her skin, it doesn't demand control. It waits. It learns. And when she finally cuts it out, she believes she's free.She's wrong.What she buried did not die.Now, every surge of emotion feeds something growing beyond her reach. Each time she chooses relief over resistance, a petal falls-and something within her disappears with it.At first, it feels like control.Then it becomes habit.And by the time she understands the cost, she is left with a choice: Continue giving pieces of herself away... or learn how to carry what she was never meant to hold.The Child-Thorn is a haunting psychological metaphor about survival, control, and the quiet ways we lose ourselves trying to make pain manageable.