It was an innocent mistake,
There was little I could’ve done.
I was helpless, I was clueless, I was desperate;
I was in love,
I was betrayed.
Shattered and broken, a beating heart made no sense.
Like a flower,
I was plucked from my ground
Teased and tossed
I was destined to perish.
I saw it coming, the end seemed familiar.
Returning to where I belong, I was going back home.
I found a bed of flowers,
Right in Mother’s lap.
I felt so safe
It was so warm.
I took a thorn
Painted a pretty stroke across my arm,
And witnessed red, warm life gush out of my skin.
It raced down, drop after drop,
Thick streams, paved road to my roots.
I shut my eyes.
A new beginning was here,
I was one with my core.
The mistake was undone
But the innocence is lost.