Running in pain

A beautiful field

Flowers so colorful so full of life

Yet I cry as I run barefoot on the wet grass

Running away from the pain

I trip and I stumble each and everytime

I slip, I fall

I watch my knees bleed

But I keep running

I see beautiful roses

But every rose has its thorns

An amusing view

Yet a painful touch

I run and run with no destination ahead of me

No, I’m not lost

If I never left the Garden of Eden

If I was not tempted to eat the poisonous apple

I’d have all the answers

But here I am running

Trying to ignore the pain

But the more I fall, the more wounds are caused

I close my eyes trying not to think about the scars

The marks that will never let me forget

That the past was real