Katie Essence


The Knife - Poem by Katie Essence

I despise myself as much as I would another for doing to you as I have, with only the sharpest knife.
The knife which, at any time and for no apparant reason, keeps piercing you fom inside.
As we are one it pierces me, gives me a taste of what I have done.
the most pain I feel comes when I compare us.
You carry the knife inside you yet you forgive me for using it.
You forgave another before I could my own self.

It hurts you every day.
It is a toxic part of you that you never want to see again; never want to be reminded of how I cut you open and buried it deep inside you.
But I never want to take it out.
The pain that will cause will no doubt match the pain we try to avoid by reopening old wounds and trying to heal again.

Although it hurts it takes us back to Earth.
It remind me of what we almost lost and hurts me every time I try to open a new wound.
It is a painful lesson that we continue to learn from each day.
It hurts.
It pinches.
Pinches reassure us that we are not dreaming, that we are real.

This is real.

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  • (5/3/2011 3:24:00 AM)


    The pain and burn of mind
    The pain that will cause will no doubt match the pain we try to avoid by reopening old wounds and trying to heal again.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 29, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 3, 2011


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