It Can'T Rain All The Time Poem by courtney metcalf

The deeper the thought, the deeper the cut
I don’t know the reason

I really don’t know

But..

I think it may be a scrapbook of troubles
Each red mark linking to old despondent struggles
Personal reminders
That I made it through
Personal reminders
I was more tuff than I knew
These scars may be ugly and unsettling to you
Yet these same scars brought me comfort..and a new point of view
They whisper“there’s hope”
They tell me“I made it”
So don’t expect me to be shameful
And don’t expect me to hate it
I am not proud of these crimson colored lines
But they’ve taught me I’ll soon always be fine
They help me remember
It’s a pretty rough climb,
But they also have taught me
That it cannot rain all the time
..You look down at my patterns,
You look down at my past pain
You think“oh she’s crazy”
I say you’re just the same
Just because I coped
Differently than you
Well, it doesn’t mean that at one point
You haven’t messed up too
I haven’t used self-harm
In a number of years..
And I never will again
‘Cause I realize it showed me all my fears
I don’t like seeing how weak I had once became
So I’ll see the blemishes and remember the next time
that it’ll end all the same
I’ll be okay
And whatever it is will pass momentarily
Just this time, until it’s over
I have to hold through more carefully.
I’m better.