It's not just something that I do
to pass the time when I sit all by myself,
but when anxiety takes control of your body,
and then your mind,
I have a complete meltdown
and go back to my old ways
of having control over the pain I feel.
Words now bleed on these pages,
as between each breath
I release my pain inside these poems-
letting go of the blade
that is in the palm of my hands.
Maybe I will manage better
next time this pain comes around.
