Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart Poet Free verse

Wristful Thinking

It was like any usual day except for the fact that it was quite an unusual
day
My very unkind acquaintance the box cutter decided to cut my wrist with his lips
THREE TIMES! 
First was a little nip, 
a lick
and then came a huge split
And he tore the pain right out of me
Suicidal tendencies
Now you see, 
I am not normally not me
But the pain inside was gasping to breathe
And I met a friend willing to set them free
Slit 1, slit 2, Slit 3 and I could feel everything
My chest felt instant relief 
Because the pain deep down 
Is deeper than deep
Now I have twelve tiny reminders 
Fortune cookies if you will
That tell the story of a lonely girl who just wanted to feel
Feel anything BUT what I was feeling
It was one of those can’t-freakin-believe-this-ishh moments
Where you lay back and just stare at the ceiling 
Now you begin to judge me as though I enjoyed it
The truth is I didn’t enjoy it one bit
I close my eyes and see slit---slit
I wish I could unremember it
But what is done turns to scar
So I’ll push the memory afar
That part of me will never be the same
For now a huge blunder lay
Right in between the words “Stay Strong”
In remembrance of those gone
I’m am sorry. Self-- I am most ashamed
I will never hold your life in my hands like a game to be played

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Quoth Theraven October 20, 2018 at 12:14 AM Let there be peace on Earth, and let it begin with me. I pray it's not too late.

Old Buck January 19, 2018 at 3:27 PM Miss Izzy: You do a good job writing but a bit dark. How do you do with "sunshine and flowers" as a topic, or have I just not gotten there yet. :o) Keep them coming. And thanks for sharing with all of us on the soup. oldbuck

Arturo Michael December 31, 2017 at 7:43 AM A powerful write indeed...I'll say no more, your poem said it all, all the best Izzy...to you and yours for 2018

Susan Ashley September 2, 2017 at 8:20 PM Hi Izzy, a very powerful and exquisitely expressed write. Your poem's style, content and imagery is compelling and captivating. Your first line is absolutely beautiful; it grabbed my attention and your poem didn't let go of it till the end. An evocative and emotive write so well done.

Eric Boddie July 28, 2017 at 5:12 PM very wise testimony....from a brave heart, it just cant be phony....and at times we all get lonely....and many of us turn faker than what they pass for balony....and I know that spelling is a mistake....but just like I said, the key word is fake....and dealing with fakers is how one gets burned....I just battled death for just over a week and the one thing I learned....is to be extra careful with Life....it can prosper With God's Word or end promptly with gun or knife....very inspiring ms lady

Christopher Flaherty July 28, 2017 at 4:26 PM Love this Braveheart Very strong Very poignant I wish I could unremember so many memories If only I could cut them out but scars only stop when the stop teaches the end of the line Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart July 28, 2017 at 4:45 PM Thank you Christopher! I appreciate your extension of wisdom with those last few words! <3 Well writing, Izzy :)