Confession Poem by Ruth warren
Confession
Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I
Ruth, I'd rather see you obtain catharsis from writing than harming yourself. Keep writing and writing and writing some more until no words remain inside of you. Peace and Love, Ray
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4/22/2024 7:08:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We are so complex.Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that actually we are all really beautiful perhaps we just need a different kind of mirror. Strong write, much sadness, .Love Duncan