A note to cutters...

Moments linked one by one in a chain
Joined in love, happiness, ecstasy and pain
Beneath the links lies one tiny blade
Dripping from a vein as the memories fade.

Calling a name with a sigh and a moan
The spirit of time granted a moment alone
Does flesh call out to heal what’s inside?
Is that where memories, too painful, hide?

Why this desire to rend open flesh
Mark with a scar and blood that is fresh?
Why feel the need to inflict further pain
Consider instead, joy: dancing bare in the rain?

Ponder the loveliness of silvery skies
Sky opening herself with wondering eyes?
Lightning and thunder speak volumes, you see
When you can’t speak for yourself, nature does with glee!

Seeking further pain for the sorrow of the past
Is the surest way to make sure the horror will last.
What right have you to inflict this pain?
Why wield the blade, rather dance in the rain?

The crying out of joy in celebration and song
Will carry you happily all your life long
Pick and choose what you treasure; it’s your time to be free
There’s a part of you that you forgot to be!

I know, quite well, the dance that you know
Hiding the blades, making sure scars don’t show.
The secret you hide chewing your soul as it’s raw
I know your pain isn’t healed by visiting a spa.

But there is a dance that calls to your hearts
You hear it at times, before bleeding starts.
You know that there is a much better way
You crave it; you know it, today is the day.

It seems so much better to just cut yourself
Store your pain & your blade on the highest shelf.
Today, sit with me on the soft sweet grass
Sing with me today, and feel the pain pass.