Cutter`s Night

(When memories of abuse are too hard to handle.....)


Night approaches,
The hour of destruction is near
Tension mounts
The time is now.
She draws her weapon
Cool dark blade
Welcoming death tool.
The action is quick
Yet the moment lives on.
A warm river comes
Eases her pain.
Soothes her aching soul
A temporary trade.
Yet it's not enough
She draws again.
Two rivers merge
She finds peace
Temporary wellness.
The dawn comes forth
Yet the darkness lives on....

Oh Silke,
I understand this poem so well. I know how much the hurt inside needs to come out...and the only way to find relief is thru pain. I wish it were not so, but this is the reality for us and many others. When I was a kid doing this, I thought I was crazy and that no one else cut but me. I was SHOCKED to realize how many people cut and SI...

I am so glad we can write and talk about this important topic.

Love,
Dara