My most intimate thoughts
are so crazy
sometimes I can't believe
they're even mine.

Like packing my car
and walking away
from everything I've built
up to this point.

Everyone I've loved.

Don't want to hurt
my family and friends
so instead I turn the pain
inward onto myself.

I twist the knife
inside my heart
and wonder why I bleed.
Why I am dying a slow death
that no one deserves.

Then I think
maybe I feel
I do deserve this.
Why else would I do it
if I am aware
of how senseless
and unproductive
this really is?

How miserable it makes me.

Today I decided
to remove the knife,
clean my wounds
and purify my soul.
Patch myself up
and journey on.

Leaving the knife
and all my pain
on the side of the road.
Cause' this time around
I'm traveling light.

Copyright (c) C.Highsmith-Hooks, February 2009. All Rights Reserved.