One cut, two cut, three cut,
Tears flowing down my cheeks,
Red oozing out my skin,
Eyes shut tight against the pain.
A whiff of cedar wood in the air,
I open my eyes to meet his kind brown ones.
He doesn't say a word,
Just grabs a first aid kit,
And kneels beside me, steady and calm.
With gentle hands, he cleans my wounds,
Each touch a quiet promise of understanding,
No judgment in his gaze,
Only compassion wrapped in silence.
He binds the scars, both outside and inside,
Whispering strength where I felt weakness,
A healing presence in the storm,
Reminding me I'm not alone.
In the stillness, I find solace,
His love a refuge from my pain,
And though the urge may linger,
I know I'm cherished just the same.
***
My exam starts tomorrow morning and look at what I'm doing *sigh*
Anyway, I was just feeling creative after all the cramming, so yeah :)
Btw, this poem is just my imagination *long sigh*
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PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
