The Cut of a Flashback
Copyright, Elisa Maria
When I cut into my leg and arm,
I know the rage but not the harm.
When I cut into my stomach and back,
I can’t explain what I feel I lack.
When nobody can see the things I see,
or feel the pain I try to flee.
I relive everything all over again,
as I try to reach the pain within.
I can see and hear him as I start to bleed,
feeling his touch and fighting to be freed.
I close my eyes and begin to pray,
that life can’t possibly be this way.
When my flashback is over and done,
my body and mind again become one.
I now see the things that are real,
and the scars that will not heal.