I Once Killed a Man
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I’ve always hated my reflection.
It taunted me,
Broke me,
Nearly killed me.
It chained me up
So that way
The thoughts couldn’t escape.
Each day
I would look
As the tears fell
And my heart d
r
o
p
p
e
d.
Worthless. Stupid. Lazy.
That’s what I thought
I ever would be
Ever could be
Always bound
By those things.
That reflection.
That hate.
Hate
Which turned
From tears
To knives
The blades
Dug
deep.
Not only skin,
But in my soul.
All I wanted
Was to be
Free.
The knives
Soon turned
To pencils
Skin
Became
Paper.
Scars
Turned to
Words.
Words
formed
poems.
Poetry became
Freedom
Love
Light.
Suddenly,
A world of
Dark,
Was now filled with
Chromaticity.
Hurt
Was now
Inspiration
My reflection
Ceased
In the mirror,
And became
My words
A new-found
Joy
S p r e a d
From each
Fingertip,
To my
Heart.
Poetry
Became my
My Liberty.
Poetry became
Me.