dghouls

What Bled Wasn't Cut (poem)

I sharpened a knife
That I found in my back
And returned it gently
To the scene of attack

You listen deeply
I heard deeper in fact
When landed softly
Heard my own bones crack

What ebbed was what was
What hurts is...
What will not be
What bled wasn't cut
What died wasn't me

What bled wasn't cut
What died wasn't me

I see the value,
And form in design
I recognize worth
Increased in due time

The edge of the blade
As blunt as a club
Cut keener than razors
Yet drew little blood

What ebbed waswhat was
What hurts is...
What will not be
What bled wasn't cut
What died wasn't me

What bled wasn't cut
What died wasn't me

What stitch now untied
What healed wasn't a wound
What killed wasn't malicous
What lived wasn't doomed

I rejected the knife
That I found in my back
And gently accepted
The healing it lacked