by Poet on the Piano   Apr 11, 2019

I picked up the blade
like it would help me sow
my seeds, my potential

just as I picked up
sorrow on the side of the road,
gave birth to shame
and somehow never knew
I could distance myself
from the scars

that mind and soul
could be nourished
without self-inflicted harm.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Glad to see this nominated...

  • 1 month ago

    by Brenda

    I really liked this a lot. It's open, honest and an emphinany really. Well done-

  • 1 month ago

    by BOB GALLO

    In my humble opinion, the first stanza is very poetical, the second almost uphold the greatness of the first one. The third turn to self-help edifying. Being a good poet and a great person simultaneously, sometimes give writers confusions like this, because both of them are directly connected to our tender feelings.

    Great work after all.

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