I am striding fiercely forwards
When out of nowhere that snagging memory
Catches my sleeve
Tugging at my soft flesh.
The sight of blood no longer flaws me
To an ungainly sodden heap
Where strangers stare
And sympathetic fussing friends
Haul me to my feet again.
But I stumble still
And wince, instinctively.
Lifting the wound to my lips,
Before I know if I’ve drawn blood.
I am unsteady on this freshly paved path
And I stare bewildered
At the unfamiliar ground
Firm beneath my feet.
And in that fleeting moment
Before I push back that
Nagging ache,
And fix my eye on the dull incline
I know I long for our forest floor
Brambles and all.
About the Creator
LilyRose
Corporate cog by day, poet by night. Writing is my happy place. Comments, follows and critiques are always welcome!
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