These Knives
The knife slowly twist and turns.
The knife slowly twist in my heart
Tears of blood streaming down my face.
My soul screaming no sound to be heard.
Feet tread on my heart.
Love leaving my body as so many people have hurt me
Their knives all twisted in unison in my heart.
My knees finally give out.
The weight of pain crushing me.
Beneath all the tears a tree begins it starts small then grows to the sky.
Always knows where it came from but transmutes the pain into something beautiful.
Proving sometimes tremendous pain turns to beauty.
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