Threads of Words

Knives in my Vision

Shall I tell you an occurrence that is hidden from your knowledge.

I do not think I could reveal to you this matter.

But I shall tell the paper that I am writing on what I can not fathom to tell you now.

I remember once when I was young a particular occurrence.

I was in school journeying through the halls,

And a boy who I knew to be trouble came to me and showed me a little pocket knife.

I was horrified even when he told me that he was not going to use it to cause havoc in the school.

Right at that moment I had a quick vision in my young mind of the knife stuck inside of a boy's flesh.

Knowledge of the boy's identity struck my mind like lightning,

For that boy was you,

And I did not have a care to care for you,

For I will always remember what you had said;

Even if you don't desire to remember your own words.

In my heart I knew what I had to do.

I had the distinct knowledge of your being his enemy.

That further solidified in my mind that the knife would be used on you in the schoolyard.

I knew that you were a weak one,

For I wanted to take you down and pound your head against the stone hard ground,

But I had to have the other school girls stop me from taking an aim at you.

So, I saved you from a terrible injury that day by telling my teacher what that boy had brought.

Or, I might have quite possibly even saved your life.

You see I did not want the sight of your blood stained on my mind,

No matter what bitter emotions I had targeted against you.