Stinging Nettles Poem by Sara Javed

I shut my eye and I smile,
as my imagination takes over my instincts,
I smile gladly as I open my eyes- a bit hesitant.
And see a large, open ground in front of me,
With flowers and grass waving merrily in the breeze.
I kick of my sandals in pure delight,
an run along bare footed but glad,
the nettles sting my feet, and I give a cry,
as the stinging nettles make my feet bleed,
An the pain is too much for me to bear as I weep.
I come back to my poor senses,
As I walk upon the bed of glass,
and it pierces my feet.
I scream in utmost agony and misery.