With vacant eyes staring off into the distance
You stare at nothing in particular
As another drop of blood silently drips to the floor
Screaming out your loneliness and rejection
Though no-one is around to hear
The darkness pulls itself a little closer
Embracing you as you welcome it
You are alone
As I was
Surrounded by people and none of them understood,
the pain
the depth of my isolation
Yet I too embraced it
Called it to do its work
So I could do mine
Another drop makes its way down your wrist
Running parallel to mine
A pool forms beneath my feet
Tears run down your cheeks
As a witness to what you have done
Screams rage through the depth of my lungs
Announcing through the ages that it is done
I have finished it
It has been accomplished.
Your friends and family are nowhere to be found
You have chosen your spot and moment carefully
As another cut marks another reminder to yourself
That you are still alive, and, though scarred, will go on.
I turn my face towards heaven and my Father is nowhere to be found
He has chosen this time and place with precise and careful planning
As the thrust of a spear makes a sure reminder
That death has claimed one last victim, and for now, I don’t live on.
A new day dawns
You wake and feel for the evidence of the cut
And somehow find the strength to face it all for another day.
A new time dawns
I rise and feel the cut in my side, the evidence
Reminder of victory secured that will help bring in a new day.
With vacant eyes staring off into the distance
You stare at nothing in particular
As you reach once more for the blade
Comforting ritual to bring sanity to a life and mind in chaos
But before you can coax the blade into doing its deadly deed
You are stopped
Your hand starts to shake as you stare at your scars
Your cuts, opening up on My back and sides
Streams of blood coverging to form a crimson river
That now totally sweeps you up
Engulfing you
Washing you vigorously
Wiping away every hurt, every mark of pain and fear
Every seed of rejection
On and on until every trace is gone
Sucked into the whirlpool of my life-giving water
And suddenly, as quickly as it arrived, it is gone.
And you are left standing
In front of the mirror
For the first time catching a glimpse of how I see you
And as you even begin to understand what I have gone through for you
So the blade slips to the ground
The darkness takes a small hesitant step in retreat
And the look in the corner of your eye conveys just the faintest glimmer of hope…
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