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--Memories--
A thought....
just one memory of before...
lying on the floor
staring at the blade
at another scare it made;
at the dark, crimson tide
that shows the secrets kept inside;
at the calm and steady hand;
at the body that withstands
all the pain put on the flesh
now morbidly grotesque;
at the books on the bed
now stained a deep red
as life continues on
despite what has been done;
at the stains on the sleeve
that somehow bring relief
to the ever doubting soul
since they show who has control;
at the mirror of the wall
breaking as I fall;
at the glass shards that surround,
shattering the ground;
at the girl staring back at me
whose mind is out of reach;
at the shadow in her mind
who lives just behind
the darkness of her past
the memories that last
forever in her life;
at the places where I hide;
at my corner in the dark
where I slowly fall apart;
at the burn marks on my skin
that will never be the same again
always show the pain within;
at the pain;
at the loss and at the gain
of life.
© Kathy Anne Harrell
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