something i wrote this morning...

Making knives of their words,

she cut herself over and over again.

Using a club of self doubt, she beat herself

until her beauty fell to the floor.

Not being able to stop the blows,

she watched her own destruction with horror.

Finally she could wound no more.

She turned and walked away -

leaving the heap of herself lying there.

It wasn't until she came back,

lay down on the floor next to herself,

held herself gently,

washed her bruises and blood with tears

that she could feel herself even wanting to open her eyes again.

I'm so sorry, she whispered thru her sobs.

I'm so sorry to do this to you.

How could I have done this too?

Hanging her head in shame,

she felt a touch on her face.

Reaching up from laying in her own lap,

herself stroked her face gently and whispered for her to hush.

That all they had was themselves.

and it was time to drop the shame

and to love each other for all they were

and to never let each other go.