Ooh, I can still feel the pain
10 years counting and no regrets on my newly found claim
of freedom that had to be noted.
While I doted on a few prime choices
the voices in my head
taunted me to choose the fiery red
ink of a single, long- stemmed rose
surrounded by a fragmented heart.
I suppose it was the start of physical expression
that ended right after the compression of pain
that forced me to regain my sanity and make a plea
never in life to do it again….