Saturday, July 9, 2016

Friday 8 am: Standing appointment

You lift your sleeve and show me
the scars
where the razor
bit and bit and bit
to take away the torment.
You hold out your wrist
the raised white line
like a remnant
of despair.

You look at me
with eyes that have seen
too much too soon.
In the past
tears shimmered on your lashes
spilling down your cheeks
but today,
today you smiled
you laughed
you spoke words of hope
heroic words

Today you win
against the dragon
today you win
against the world
against pain
tragedy and trauma
today you win.

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