Pockets Full Of Posies Poem by mae beezwax

she ran all night
she ran all day
from her fears
she tried to run away
a rose in her hand
a thorn in her side
but when she finally stopped running
there was something she realized
death is a part of life
and fear of it wont stop chasing you
until you face it
so she knelt down in the field
she found herself in
and let the grief and pain come in
she crushed the rose to her chest
close to her heart and when
she ran out of breath
she lifted her head, her chin held high
and hope fluttered down
like light from the sky
when she got up she started going home

and she ran all night
and she ran all day
back to her home
from which she ran away
a rose in her hand
and a warmth in her heart
cause she was ready
to make a new start
death is a part of life
and new life comes from death
it all ran through her mind
as she ran home
something happened
pain awoke her memories
looking down as blood ran free
from under her arms

she slowed
her breath grew shallow
the rose dropped
as her heart stopped
and she sighed one last sigh
the last in her brief life
to die