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The Circle
The circle completes as the blade rips through skin,
Blood seeps out of the parted skin that has followed the blade.
Calmness.
The frustration that made me pick up the blade has gone,
Leaving behind more scars for me to cover,
More shame for me to feel.
Only the shame has remained but even that will fade with time,
Time heals all wounds,
Doesn’t it?
Or will these ones stay with me until my grave?
Only time will tell.
The anger is always there,
Bubbling under the surface,
Waiting to burst out at anyone who tries to cross me.
But for now there’s only peace.
Calmness.
There is no voice telling me I’m fat and ugly,
That I’m stupid for thinking that she finds me remotely pretty.
The voice is quiet,
For now.
But one day it will creep back into my head,
Telling me that I’m worthless and fat,
Whispering to me that I’d be better off not eating for a day or two,
Just to lose that extra bit of weight.
Then the frustration will come back and…
The circle completes…
© Leonie, 11 March 2006
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