I fight the urges
I fight the tears
It seems so hard
I want to give in to the fears
The urges get better
I can finally see a light
The light dims and disappears
And I’m left again, dark as night
The path is narrow
The rocks are sharp
Each stumble or fall
Cuts a tiny slit in my heart
The cuts get bigger
And **** and ooze
Is it really worth the effort
I’m only gonna lose
But each time I take the cut
The stitches get fewer and less
Its easier to sew
To scrub, to clean and finally dress
The cuts get harder
As the scar tissue forms
The cuts don’t seem so bad anymore
It only tingles and burns
As time goes by
With the sand falling soft and sound
The heartbeat slows
Into a drumming pound
I’m running and jumping
Rolling and laughing
I finally see the flowers in the trees
Fluttering and dancing
The road is wide
The birds sing
There’s no need for a thought
So I hum a beautiful hymn