B: Regaining Strength: A Craving and Resistance

Stronger I become

The harder it is

To resist the urge to fall

No blood has splattered

Upon these wrist

Years it has been

And hasn’t been done

My heart pounds

It aches, yearning for me to make my mistake

Away, I turn from every blade

A sense of insecurity in the touch

Turning away, my back to face

Anything that may seem sharp

Despite the cleansing

The memory isn’t lost.

For now I stand above

What I used to be

Easier to let the feelings go numb

Yet here I stand, feeling weak

A poison I’ll never fully

Be cured of because

If I forget who I was

Then how will I know who I become?

Walk away

I hear myself say

A hand touches my side

I turn, the beholder is someone I love

A friend, a lover,

To my surprise a stranger

Anyone can smile and stop me from returning

To the path that I once thought

Was the only one.

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Written 3.28.19

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