Hike to the Sun of Love
I hike the path
through the thorned shrubs,
cutting me to the quick,
causing the wounds of love.
I am wounded
and winded,
I need rest!
I start again
and begin the path anew.
I am worthy
of finishing this long, stressful journey
with breath in my body to reach the peak
and see the beautiful sunrise.
As it warms the land and my soul,
my heart relies on this sight.
If I had not started this hike anew,
I would never see these sights
and be warmed.
I would lie
in the dark under brush,
cold and bleeding.
Alone, without the sun
to heal my wounds.
These wounds are scarring,
cut deep within.
As the blood pours,
I think I can never start again.
The pain from the scars
blinds me
from the beauty of the hike.
The daisies growing,
the lovebird song.
All of these are beautiful things.
The sun of love
has reached out to warm them.
Why not me?
Why must I travel so far
to feel the warmth?
It is because
the more scars
I receive on the path
Makes me realize
the beauty of the sun
warming your land.
And how much the journey,
no matter how long and painful.
was worth the trip!!
inspired by: Lindsey
