7-12-04
Look at me
I'm climbing
It's been two months
And I'm not dieing!
My arms are almost
Healed
As my scars fade
Day
By
Day
Every time I resist you
I grow stronger
And since last time
It just gets longer
My will to live
Has become
As thick
As my scars
And I'll never
Let you have me
Again
This is a very telling poem, even though indirectly so. I know those feelings and understand those actions.
You have written well of the struggle to overcome the sense of unworthiness. Aim for the heavens! Well done.