Thursday, March 26, 2009

Feet

Please don't cut yourself crying
It's a long unsteady step from normal
Bruises can hide beneath long sleeves
At least until someone reaches out
They touch you when you aren't ready
So you bite and fight and pull away
But they care enough to suffer
And you're worth enough to recover
Please don't cut yourself down
You aren't hanging from a cross
But from our waiting arms.

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