Cutting And Pain Poem by James McLain

In shadows deep, where sorrows lie,
A tale unfolds, of pain and I.
Within the realm of cutting's art,
A haunting journey, tearing hearts.

Oh, wretched blade, so cold and keen,
Unveiling scars, a hidden scene.
Upon the flesh, it dances wild,
Unleashing echoes of the child.

A longing whispers in the night,
As fragile souls lose hopeful light.
In solitude, the heart betrays,
And anguish bleeds in crimson haze.

Yet, pause a moment, let us see,
Behind the curtain, a plea to be free.
For in this pain, a searching soul,
Yearns for healing to make it whole.

Beneath the surface, the truth remains,
That every wound can hide the stains
Of battles fought within the mind,
Where pain's illusion seeks to bind.

But, dear friend, there's strength within,
To rise above, to let pain thin.
Embrace the love that gently weaves,
A tapestry of hope to retrieve.

Reach out for solace, hands outstretched,
For in compassion, hearts are etched.
Let empathy's balm your spirit mend,
And scars become a story to transcend.

In unity, our wounds may heal,
As understanding's light reveals,
That cutting's sorrow can't define,
The essence of a soul divine.

So let us walk this path as one,
Supporting hearts, till pain is done.
With love's embrace, we shall reclaim,
The strength to heal and break the chains.