Thursday, March 19, 2015

Run














Hello there, old friend.
I hear you whispering again.
You drag your nails across my arm
and promise me you mean no harm.
You promise my aching heart relief
but I remember you, I remember the grief.
You would hand me the blade.
and smile darkly as each cut was made.
You provoke me with twisted realities
and discount my mere mortality.
I feel you fight for control over me,
to flay my flesh and make me bleed.
"I only want the best for you."
"Let go, release, it's the thing to do."
But you will ravage my soul no more.
My body shall speak of life, not war.
I know our battle is far from done
but for tonight, I suggest you run.


(Written 3.19.15)

5 comments:

  1. Rachel, Thank you for this slice. You are courageous to write and share. Stay strong!

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  2. Powerful words. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Thanks! I noticed I had a few typos and fixed them. Thank you for reading!

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  4. Rachel, I'm so glad you stayed strong! Take care.

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  5. Powerful ending. I was expecting you to do some kind of running, literally or metaphorically. Love that you made it run from the power of you!

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