Scalpel in hand…
sliced myself, open.
No blood flowed.
Just my soul,
bursting forth.
Released…
for all to see.
When spent…
it crawled back in,
tired…elated,
invigorated.
Calm, prevailed,
soothing…
refreshing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem