Rosebush

If nothing comes from my bleeding heart,

If not one thing blossoms in my veins;

I hope and pray that all my pain will help heal,

The many tears you’ve been too scared to claim.

Let the anguish I know; Mend your severed soul,

And grow flowers too beautiful,

For me to hold.

Allow the deep red and purple to flow;

Over your eyes,

Baptizing you in oil and myrrh.

All I yearn for is to help you, feel as loved

As I once was.

Take my hands and hold them close,

Until all I have left of myself clings to you;

Until we become one.

Then take me to the places you are scared to go alone,

I will face your demons, I will let them know;

You have chose a better road.

When they fight to stay, I’ll shield you from their haunting kiss,

Sacrificing my own starved lips.

Use my words to speak your mind, and take my tears to wipe away

All the shame you’ve known too well.

Casting them off – individually by name,

Into the dark where they then will take your place.

When all is well and the landscape of your mind is healed,

When hope and light replace all you once feared,

Please leave me in the rosebush;

Do not think of me once – As we depart.

Know all I had to give, was given to the life you now can live.

If you are to remember me, please;

Only think of my heart –

Not the rivers of blood shed, my scars

Or how easily I fell apart.

Don’t think of the wilted garden, once well fed;

But how brave I was to give my love and soul –

To you.

The man I believed would love me just the same.

- I lie in my dried garden bed instead.