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Today

The swirl of the cutting knife...
the slash of the open wound...
heals in body and in soul.
The day I look toward
comes sooner than the pain.
If I remember to lift my face above the beam
of flooding water.
Will this day be always as beautiful
or will another slice bring me to bleed?
It matters not now.
It matters that today
is a good day,
not a death.

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Kitty Perks said…
I read your posts and i absolutely adore your blog! It is so creative and well, beautiful.

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