So, i am now over a year clean from cutting. It was really hard but I wrote this poem when I was 10 months clean. I just wanted to share :) Feel free to leave a comment about what you thought.
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Free from the cutting.
Free from the strife.
Free from a blade
That devoured my life.
A small step for me.
A big one in life.
A small 10 months free
From that horrible knife.
I've won the battle,
But not yet the war.
So ill continue to grow
Until I know what I'm for.
But I once knew a girl.
A beauty she was.
But her past said differently.
She had the scars.. Just because.
Because she was beat,
Was tired and broken.
She took all the heat.
But her pain was never spoken.
Hidden in a world
Where she was enslaved.
She wanted to escape.
To where she could be saved.
But now she is free.
Free to live and explore.
Waiting for that chance
When adventure is at the door.
So I am not alone.
I have friends, I have love.
I have all that I need.
So I'm as free as a dove.
YOU ARE READING
Life Detangled
PoetryShort stories. Thoughts. Poems. Lyrics. All of my own creation.
