Looking at my wrist,
I saw those faint pink marks,
I saw the blue vein crawl up arm.
I saw the crimson crawl down my arm.
Looking at my wrist,
I saw my pain bleed away,
I saw the emotion I felt, for it was new,
I saw as it gave me something to feel.
Looking at my wrist,
I see the blade in my fingers,
I see my mother’s worries and cries,
I see my father’s disgust and hidden vodka.
Looking at my wrist,
I see the pain building up,
I see the blade moving closer,
I see the way the skin breaks easily.
Looking at my wrist,
I learn to feel something besides pain,
I learn that a band-aid does not remain forever
I learn that scars remain, but cuts heal.
Looking at my wrist,
I learn to throw away my blade,
I learn to stop wearing those long gloves,
I learn that I can smile, and feel happiness.
Looking at my wrist,
I saw my history painted out in scars,
I see the way I have grown as a person,
I learn to change, and I learn to be hurt, from the inside.
A contest entry
- Say Goodbye to a vice by Miss Faerie.
925 points, ended January 4, 12 entries
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Comments
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This is a reflective piece and that makes it real. It shows the way that one can feel when they are completing the act, and how we can look back at it later and see how we have changed.
Thank you for entering my contest and good luck
Shari-Lei
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really good poem
it really drew me in . i could feel empathy. was powerful u really captured the pain
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