thorns

ran wild among my flowers fragrant
made it my habit of being found with them
ran in a hurry, inhaled magic colors
but somehow the thorns caught my shins

traded soft sands and easy lands
for runs and exhausting promises
while winds erased the paths i imagined
found new dreams as old ones vanish

and yet the bruises do cruelly remind
of far off tales and dusty paths
you once reminded me of the sins
of forgetting in love's aftermath

but will i be ready waiting at life's door
when the mighty fences have melted away
when my shins have grown stronger skin
when it's time to fly away...


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reena
june 4th 2015