My Voice: A New Mutation

10 days ago, things went awry

I didn't know that I still had the capacity
To sink so low. I didn't know
That I could turn within for strength and find
A volatile demon hibernating there...

He waved at me and his glistening
Blade shown with remarkable beauty:
An exclaimation point in the glimmer
Of metal-reflected Light.

Cut*, he said.
Cut,
Down the center,
Throat to pelvis,
One thick line.

I have ears, and yet
I didn't know that I could still hear him so well.
I have a voice, and yet
I didn't know that I could cry for help.

In renewed awareness, with
Rested senses, I realize this truth:
There will always be voices,
And there will always be choices

My challenge now is to prioritize...

*I chose not to cut. Utilizing an old trick, I drew the line with red ink instead. I grew tired of seeing it before it washed off...as if to prove, I was better off using ink...for as we all know... scars don't fade.