SCABS

Today, I cried.

I wiped away a tear with the back of my hand.

I hid in my room and I cringe every time a door opens.

I tried to steal a moment, a minute even a second, to escape my own hell.

To have a fraction of serenity, a fragment of blissful ignorance.

I survived to tell you this.

This is my tale.


Today, I smiled.

I even laughed and I didn't look over my shoulder.

I took a chance and walked in the sun and danced with my shadow.

I played hide and seek with a rainbow, but no pot of gold was found.

What I found was a miracle, I found a sliver of happiness.

I survived to tell you this.

This is my tale.


Today, I'm hating.

Scorn from my reflection and the loathing is returned...tenfold.

I find myself crossing a razors edge between abyss and darkness.

My knees bleeding and torn, my hands shredded from crawling.

That happens when your sins become to heavy to stand upright.

I survived to tell you this.

This is my tale.


Today, I remembered nothing and everything else slipped my mind.

I failed to say I love you, again and I neglected to show you everyday.

I was aware enough to continue the argument, but I failed to say I missed you.

I paid attention to my hurt feelings, and I disregarded and blew off yours.

I survived to tell you this.

This is my tale.


Today, I looked at what I have been and what I have become.

It's the first time my eyes aren't blinded and my brain's not poisoned.

My first step begins today, right now, at this exact moment like it does everyday.

Left foot first, inhale, right foot, exhale.  This is everything and enough for now.

I survived to tell you this.

This is my tale.


This is where the next chapter goes.  It won't be a tale of survival.

But a story of a life lived with peace of mind and serenity holding my hand.

Keeping me from gripping a glass of suicide and

To keep me from picking at the scabs on my knees...