Tammra Thomas

Cut Wide Open Tammra Thomas

I carefully cut the stem, wide open, I endure it all once more, for you, as you read these words that flow, steadily out of my veins, I shield my eyelids, pretending I'm not afraid, collapsing into this pitch-black hole, the old, familiar torment returns, so cold, down here, rescuing myself this time around, slowly so I do not reach the ground, stay with me as you read, no longer will I let this be, the maker of me, I cautiously cut the stem, wide open, this is my only chance, far too long I have carried this pain, unable to observe with even a glance, in the end, I will be brave, and I will bloom again