Life on a Knife

Taking a philisophical veiw of things after a friend hurt me and I began relying more on my wonderful husband.

A Knife,

So subtle and so small.

Easily hidden until it takes,

A Life.

A Reflection,

On the shining blade.

Showing a past without,

Redemption.

Hollow,

Is my life.

I hear a voice I,

Follow.

A Name,

My name Upon your lips.

I never felt the,

Same.

A Life,

With you is found.

No more past full of,

Strife.