It hurt
when I fell
off my bike,
skinning my knees
against the asphalt.
I looked up in shock,
my mouth a perfect O.
It wasn't until I saw
the blood,
streaming down my shins,
that I began to wail.
Over the crest of the hill,
I saw my father,
running to me,
his face creased with worry.
Without hesitation,
he picked me up, held me
in his arms.
I clung to him, helpless
as I was, sobbing into his neck.
He assured me that it was fine
I was fine
He was there, and
Nothing would hurt me.
Later, once home, bandaged and clean,
he threw away his favorite,
now-bloodstained, sky blue shirt.
It hurts more now
when I fall off my bike.
When he's no longer there to help me
back up,
wipe away the blood,
and promise me that I'm safe.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
It hurt
when I fell
off my bike,
skinning my knees
against the asphalt.
I looked up in shock,
my mouth a perfect O.
It wasn't until I saw
the blood,
streaming down my shins,
that I began to wail.
Over the crest of the hill,
I saw my father,
running to me,
his face creased with worry.
Without hesitation,
he picked me up, held me
in his arms.
I clung to him, helpless
as I was, sobbing into his neck.
He assured me that it was fine
I was fine
He was there, and
Nothing would hurt me.
Later, once home, bandaged and clean,
he threw away his favorite,
now-bloodstained, sky blue shirt.
It hurts more now
when I fall off my bike.
When he's no longer there to help me
back up,
wipe away the blood,
and promise me that I'm safe.
