Pick Yourself Up

Even when you get stuck in the mud
Your blood causes a flood of pain that won’t go away
Your flower bud falls graceful to the floor
Your petals look so small surrounded by the over grown trees
Not even the bees can reach you

Ever heartbeat causes a thud of pain in your brain
You wish you could fly away and get on the next train
Away from the same old place where your don’t know your name

The blame is was your aim
You put a bullet prove frame around yourself
So you can pick yourself up tonight
I am too tired to fight
Your powerful might
Maybe another time

© Rosie Burnham

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About Rosie Burnham

Twitter: @Rosie_Burnham Blog: rosieburnham.com Huffingpost Blog: www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/author/rosie-burnham Very Loose Women (ResonanceFM): http://bit.ly/2l02xw3 Women's Health Magazine (Strong Minds Issue): https://www.pressreader.com/uk/womens-health-uk/20171201/282948155497339