A Talk With My Guardin Angel

A long Poem

I sit beside
the old oak tree.
Blade in hand
about to make the slice
that will release my pain
if only for a few.

But then a hand rests upon mine
Freezing me to the spot.

"why do you cut?"
The owner of the hand says.
I look up to see a beaufitul young girl
Probably no older then me.

"If you have to ask
Then you clearly wouldnt understand."
I say shaking her hand away.

The girl gives me a sad smile,
Lifts up her arm,
pulls back her sleave,
revealing the skin underneath.

I just gasp
and stare.

Criss crossing scars
some old
some new
no inch of skin spared.

"I understand perfectly"
She says

"You want to stop the pain,
that's killing you inside
you want the sadness to go away."

I just stare at her
unblinking
not knowing what to say.

She sits down beside me,
leans against the tree,
lifts her face to the sky and smiles
that hauntingly sad smile.

" I'm not as bad as you
No Offense
I only do it every now and again
When the pain becomes to much
I finally say,
Wanting nothing more
then to get away.

"I use to do that too
Just here and there."
She turns to me
eyes shimmering with
unshed tears.

"But then the pain gets worse and worse
And few cuts here becomes to much
To the point where it becomes your crutch

"Please dont do it
Please Stop"

I stand up
I'd had enough
"Why should I listen to you?
You clearly havent stopped!"

she sighs
and in that sigh I heard her pain
I heard her struggle.

"Just remember you have people who love you
They would do anything for you
Anything to help you
Lean on them
They will be your strength
When you feel like you have none left"

And with those parting words
I awoke from my sleep.
It had all been a dream.

Throughout that day
I couldnt stop seeing
Her eyes
Her smile
Hear her sigh
The heartbreaking pain
was clear in every one.

Later that night as I sat back to watch Tv
My mom and dad doing their own thing
My father got out his newspaper

" Such a sad story
A young girl committed suicide last night
slit her wrists
Her little brother found her in the bathtub
She was already dead when the abulance came"
He says reading the obituaries.

My Blood went cold
My breath studdering
in my chest
I rushed over to him
snatching the paper out of his hands.

And there she was
The girl from my dreams
Smiling up at me

I guess she
was trying to
save me from
her untimly fate.

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem on a hard topics. Cutting and suicide. I have know people who had cut and lost too many to suicide. Suicide, I do understand. Dead-ends and bad places make people lose control. Hemingway killed himself before his books made profit. If he lived. The stories he would of told. I did like the ending. We can learn from the pain and loss of other people. A powerful poem. You open the door to a pot of coffee and a four hour conversation. Good job. This should be the goal of the writer. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Fenix Flight]

thank you so much. your words are too kind *blushes*

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. Good to bring real life to the front.

[Hawk Flight]

I know how hard it is struggling with suicide. you took a subject and approached it in a very amazing way. I hope this helps a lot of people. Good job sis. I'm proud of you

[Fenix Flight]

thanks bro

[Girl With A Pen]

I am utterly blown away. This poem is so deep , it really spoke to me. Good job

[Fenix Flight]

Thank you so much!!! and I am glad you liked it :-D

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

WOW, I love the story, and the hidden message in this. This poem is going into my library. :-) Nicely written.

Kaze~ :-)

[Fenix Flight]

Thank you so much!!! that means alot to me ^-^ I'm so glad you liked it :-D

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your very welcome. It was my pleasure. :-)

[Lauren]

I'm speechless. This is so beautiful.

[FireFox9]

You did great with this one. Suicide is a hard topic to write about yet you used the topic well. Fox-

[Puffle]

Oh, wow, heart wrenching poem, that one is. It's got an interesting flow to it, but I think the story in itself is the very best part. You did a really great job with this.

[Fenix Flight]

thank you so much

[AMMD]

Beautiful write, read, and message that many can relate to and hopefully carry away some hope and strength from.

[Fenix Flight]

thank you. I'm hoping that it helps, even if its just one person.

[A. Amos]

Wow! I have to admit this one the best poetic conversation, I have ever read. Elegantly crafted and you message was brilliant...

[Fenix Flight]

Thank you!!!!! I was worried that the length would take away from the importance of the message

[A. Amos]

What you create never worry about the size, as I some times write long poems too:) and you're most welcome...

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Such a riveting story within your poem...

You wrote this well!... you led my mind down a dark and haunting path.

Nicely penned! :)

[Fenix Flight]

Thank you. I was trying to teach a lesson without being all preachy.

[Robbie~xoxo~]

It was a good lesson...well done. :)

[Fenix Flight]

^-^ thank you