I look for mine
Among the brazen briar.
I search and search
the thicket, it grows higher.
Desperate and worn
I walk through ripping thorn
It shreds and tears.
my arms and hair are shorn.
Bloodied, bruised,
Dragged through grime and muck
I glimpse a peak
of mine, but now am stuck
To my delight
He turns around and smiles!
But lo, what here?
And my mouth fills with bile.
I cry and wail!
In absolute dispair!
For not a smile
for me, but other fair.
I fall to Earth,
The mud surrounds my face.
I sink in deep
And wither in my place.
-Christine Stone Mooth
