Stuck in that small, dark place

easier to take

another blow than

trying.

Pathways of your mind

contorted,

reliving yesteryears.

So many stabs,

spine prickling touch.

Oblivious as a child,

so far away.

 

Take that hand,

untwist one strand,

remove that knife,

discard the blade declaring,

“This is no longer my burden to bear.”

One more step,

closer to

loving

forgiving,

being complete and awesome,

freed from that small, dark place.

 

One day,

with the outstretched hand,

helping another on their path.