Cutting in,
find a way to
be careful.
It’s not easy.
A steady hand,
a sharpened blade,
and an indescribable
hatred
for living.
It’s closing in;
the day
that all these little, soft things
will perish.
You’re losing it.
Can’t hold on to
this figurine
of decency.
It wasn’t real from the beginning.
Born and raised you
a believer.
Tough to learn
that it isn’t so.
Lies so deep,
a world so shallow.
Turn to harvesting
yourself to sow;
a yielding of the soul.
Something
seems so fucking simple.
Complicated on a whim.
Come and go,
like sun and shadows.
Full of knives
who we let in.
Faulted deep
by our own wounding.
Concentrated
shame and joy.
Cut out one
and out comes the other.
Got to be careful;
a life is not a toy.
Cutting in,
cutting down,
every hole is just
a place where you have found
something weak
and undesirable.
Put the knife down.
We are all made of scars.
So it is below.
Sold a world so deep,
I can see you were
so disappointed,
it is all so shallow.
HG – 2019
