The humble scissor
Whose slender complexion
Slides over imperfect paper edges
With her glistening gray blade
Shrouded in the fabric of the pencil case
I cherished her as a child
When the scrapbook was a companion
And buds of creativity bloomed in my mind
Though she was feared
I used her
Before neglection
As I grew old
I used the ruler to tear worksheets
When stress orbited my mind
And there was no more time
To do things at a slower pace
Until
The crash
When I failed to care
And my heart drummed with the rhythms of anxiety
Or the sombre melody of numbness
Life was a neglection
So I gave my friend another use
To bring joy to my life
I befriended her
I placed her silver limb in my hand
She caressed my palm like no other
With unforgettable scratches
And the blemishes of red In taut lines
As she tore my skin
Though the only one torn
Was me.