Resting in the rough

your scars will heal with the help you always need

Resting in the rough

 

 

 

Im walking through a thorn patch

Trying to make it on my way

But they are so sharp and painful

The blood drips down my leg

 

They cut me more and more

Though my cautiousness

I dont know if I feel a thing

I just feel a numb tinglyness

 

Or maybe thats just my thoughts

For Im tired and need a drink

Resting would be good

Well at least I think

 

So I take a few more steps

And fall where I am

Forgetting the thorns around

Again I cut my hands

 

I look at them and wipe away

The blood that looks so tough

Just where I am right now

Im resting in the rough

 

They scratch and pierce

Some long some fierce

All those thorns each represent

A situation that I may resent

 

I stand back up

Dripping red

No words can be though

Nothing to be said

 

I see her off in the distant

And she stares back

Then she gasps

At the condition I have surpassed

 

She runs over careful of the field

And holds me as I collapse

She comes to be that simple hand

That catches me where I land

 

Knowing I cant do this alone

She grabs a rag and dabs the wounds

They will heal fast since it allows

The painful times are past now

 

Someone to help me past

All the things to go through

Now I can be out of this field

Im finally with you

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

I like the ending twist.
The imagery is great, especially because you used red trough the blood.
You describe life's difficult path, beautifully.

A.M.