Sometimes I Cut Myself
I cut in the morning, in the shower
Where it shows on my arm
If my sleeve rides up.
People see how hard it gets.
I stop the whirlwind inside.
Slice open the bellowing madness.
Cut into hurt too deep to allow.
Stab at dark thoughts that circle and gather.
Self-Surgery.
Takes away pain.
Restores balance and a healthy mind.
Copyright © Larry Logan | Year Posted 2018
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