It sits before me
silvery and gleaming
a weapon of the sharpest
perfection to cut
my dreams and hopes
down to the bone
Once it was made of wood
crude and thick
blocky perfection
for my childish hands
weaving untold tales
of war and hope
Too long I let it
sit in silence as I
pondered my fate
away from the gleaming
and cruel reality
I found within
Is fourteen years
too long to cut myself
again with the reality
from open wounds
imagination created to
carve mental flesh
It sits before me
silvery and gleaming
daring me to dare again
to let my imagination
bleed from open wounds
to drip again upon the paper
Author notes
Option 3 - per request of contest originator.
Written August 24th, 2005
A contest entry
- Changes that CHANGE your Life by Sara Bellem.
300 points, ended September 6, 2005, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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No need to aplologize. It is your contest and we enter in the hopes that we bring you enough joy that you reward us with a little virtual trophy. Thank you for allowing me to enter.
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Thank you so much for entering this upon my contest. Very personal piece... It was an honor to read and I am sorry for what has happened to you. I apologize for taking so long to read and comment, I should have judged this contest weeks ago
... sorry for the delay, and I hope you are well 
Sara 
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