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The Blade/a poem

Updated on June 27, 2013

The Blade

The Blade

You don’t understand how the blade helps me mend. How my broken heart closes, when the knife cuts my skin.

The pain fades away, and the blood cleanses my sins, but only after the wounds does the healing really begin.

My damaged soul can rest after feeling the burning steel, and scabs cover the memories that I no longer want to feel.

Tears bring little comfort, but the knife takes me away, to a place of infinite peace, a place I long to stay.

I may carry scars, but they were all meant to be, they all tell the story of the anguish inside of me.

I am still alive, and I am still sane, and thanks to this knife, I have left behind the pain.

Theresa Bauserman

I do not condone cutting in any way. this is a personal poem for me.
I do not condone cutting in any way. this is a personal poem for me.

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      Tijani Achamlal 3 years ago from Morocco

      Tribulations are what makes us strong!Very good work here!

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      rose-the planner 4 years ago from Toronto, Ontario-Canada

      Wow, an excellent poem with a very serious message! Thank you for sharing. (Voted Up) -Rose

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      You have a very dark message here, Theresa. Very well crafted.

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