I write my life onto page
For seldom is a word written
That does not have a place
I lay open my wounds
And spill their pain
To heal them
Some wounds are so deep
That the skin grows over
And I have to open them again
The pen as my scalpel
The page my gauze
I slice into self
To remove tumors of pity
And clots of blame
To open passageways of hope
And thoughts of rebirth
I bleed myself of all toxins
Mankind’s
And my own
To cleanse the spirit of me
Rejuvenate the soul that is I
And delight in the life that is mine
I
Write
My
Life
Onto
The
Page