Slice by slice
I smother the pain
in pain,
each scar another
shame sentence,
forgetting sequence,
the story hidden
under the covers
of my sleeves
Death by a
thousand concealed cuts.
Layered lies
Fear frustrations
disorientated directions.

Somewhere
as I take
cut-downs
cutoffs and
short-cuts
through painful days
there must be
Promises
for the hopeless,
a different hope,
chances for hope.

Spirals of inner search
Soul Dreaming,
Lead me to the cross-cut
Clear and clean,
Cutting away the crap...

In this moment
right now
I hear the
Jesus call,
the new reality
centered in the
power of the cross.

Starting Thoughts: Self Harm is a release and paradoxically a prison. As we cope with who we are in the world around us we all seek ways to cope. What is yours?
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