Ranted Poems

Above all else, I've given up the razor blades and scissors and I picked up a pen.
The words flow right out of my soul just like my blood used to.
I can stand proudly and say I did it.
But that's just one of the challenges I've faced.
There are so many more...
Some beg me to retreat and call up old scars but I refuse to give in and I grab my pen.
My pen and notebook are my new razorblades and scissors.
Please enjoy the poetry we make together.

~T.B.