Don’t
The shiny metal that kisses your skin
So sweetly
So precisely
The crimson that trickles like a flowing river
The moisture that lets me know I’m still breathing
The cold soft touch of the blade
The pressure that sends relief
The pain escaping from within and moving to out
Your soul is unleashing the chains
Your arm is releasing the pain
Hurt
The soul was so hurt it couldn’t manage
It could not use the positive self talk
The meditation
The therapy
The soul was consumed
Consumed by the “me toos”
The what ifs
The you’re weak
Something you put everything into and received nothing from
The body was calm
Floating in an abyss of carefree concerns
But the the body awoke
Gushing excretion from its veins
Screaming to be wanted
To be caressed to be appreciated
The body wanted everything the soul never knew existed
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Dear Hope 
Your poem really helped me Caroline. A friend is really unwell in hospital at the moment. We met many years ago in hospital together and she has ridden so many storms. I hadn’t fully understood the terrible scars on her body before, but knowing that I can continue to offer to just hold her in my words… to offer my love and admiration for her courage. Thank you for writing.
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Powerful stuff.
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