compare to a log

that piece of wood, all rough and hard

it has no feelings to cope with and discard

tears can hurt it, because it softens

then someone can come along and dent it

it’s edges are sharp, so no-one comes near

a block of wood, it feels no fear

the weather roughens it

the manhandling it toughens it

it will give you a splinter

if you get too close to it

it’s edges are sharp, like porcupine quills

it has no adornments, no fancy, no frills

what you see is sometimes right

but the real essence,

it hides inside.