I wade through brambles,
Thorns and branches slice and scratch,
I can feel the sweat and blood,
As they mix with tears and trickle down.
The night grows darker,
Time crawls along behind me,
Slower than the memories creeping up,
Farther than the thicket pressing in.
I push and press forward,
Crying, screaming for reprieve,
This chase will never end,
And I begin to slow, little by lit,
Until I see you.
Waiting with open arms,
On the other side,
Hope, shining in the night,
Such a small flower,
And forever in bloom.