My Crimson Rose

My Crimson Rose
by Jessie


blood the color of rust
dried on the bed...
but he couldnt see it
so far away in his own hell

for days she bore the pain
emotional and physical
for his quick exit
his flee from love

the emotional cut her heart
the physical cut her skin
she heard the skin rip open..
slowly rip open
and as it did her heart
broke away and hid from all

she reached out in the dark
her mind probing past the blood soaked walls
hoping someone could see past
her fake smiles...
past the made over face and carefully posed happiness

her hands reached out...
and the pain crippled her...
the blood seeped further into this hellish scene
but she clawed her way out of the room...

loosing her dignity...
tasting her own blood on her tongue...
reaching for someone to end it...
to end the pain that obliterated all thought but survival...
her hope beginning to die...

she reached out once more...
knowing it was the last time she could put her hand out
all her pain made people scared
to touch her....
a quick hello and occasional hug...

No one wanted to get too deep...
and then when she had given up...
a spot of light showed...
so far away...
but she could see the crimson color in the dark

From so far away she couldn't quite make it out...
but it gave her hope...
and with each step she found she could see clearer...
that this crimson light
was her way out of hell
silent support...
even when she went down the wrong path
and lost sight of the spot of crimson
she knew it was there
she just had to find it again

and so she crawled out of the abyss
that was lined with her blood stains...
on her way she added a few more...
but inside she felt the pain was just getting
rid of the evil that had infected her...

and when she reached the ridge of her abyss...
the very peak of the mountain...
she looked over...
and saw what the crimson had been
it was a rose...
a ghost of the very rose she had inside...

and she reached for this rose..
leaving her hand extended toward it..
but knowing she couldnt force it or the rose would be crushed...
and slowly her rose came to her...
and she held him close...
letting the thorns prick her...
knowing that this pain was different..
this was a cleansing...
and a claiming...

And her heart came back...
Just for a moment...
It filled with unconditional love...
and by her own choosing she handed it to him
to keep safe...
from the evil...

and she made a promise...
to always hold her rose
firmly but carefully...
for all times...