Barefoot through a field of roses I tread,
Colors mesmerize, thoughts into the void they spread.

Senses vanish, only memories of us to guide,
In the darkness, my world trembles wide.

The weight of the past, each step a quiver, Splinters of hope pierce the veil, a river.

I see, I feel, and bleed from thorns of the past,
A path now behind me, my strength steadfast.

Cuts will heal, reminders of life's artistry, Challenges will come, but you're my tapestry.

An angel on the wall, you're not meant to fall, In this journey, you're my anchor through all.
© L.B Rheaven