Never Again

There she is standing,
With her hands in the sink.
When she pulls out a knife,
It forces her to think.

This was the knife,
She once knew so well.
It was the thing,
She once used to rebel.

She stared at the blade,
Remembering the blood stains.
That sharp stainless steel,
Used to cut through her veins.

She wipes off the knife,
And places it in the drawer.
It's a thing from the past,
It won't hurt her anymore.

She will not get caught,
In that horrible game.
She has moved on,
With great acclaim.

"No more cutting,
No more self harm.
No more new cuts,
Upon my arm"

She says that with pleasure,
Because she is proud.
She will never cut again,
As she has vowed.

© 2006 Brandy Dorr