POETRY
The Thorn of Humility
To keep her humble and not as puffy as yeast, Sovereign One presented her with a prickly pink rose with a million pins, spikes, and needles in every leaf, branch and stalk.
Nowhere else did it prick but her bloated flesh. It pierced and drew gallons of blood. Burst arteries. All inflated balloons flattened. Human strength drained. Not a dot left in her brag-in-oh-fleshy-filled bag.
She fell to the floor and wailed. “Broken, oh, me.” Her voice squeaked. “My God, my God, why leave me in tatters? Please take away the cup. Take the sour vinegar. Remove the thorn-filled sponge.”
“Take my grace. Take my strength. I am enough for you,” Sovereign God replied. He took a hyssop, dipped it in water and washed her clean.
Enobong O’wunmi is a poet and storyteller. Her collection of poems, Berrily In Love with Words, was published early in the year. She will be releasing a collection of short stories in November 2024. She is a wife and mother of two lovely girls.
Find Enobong’s works on her website, or her blog and email her at thewriter@enobongowunmi.com.
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Image: Rose of Perfume from Les Roses (1817–1824) by Pierre-Joseph Redouté. Original from the Library of Congress. Digitally enhanced by rawpixel.
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