The X to the +

[survivor]

If you are biased in religious preferences, you're not going to like this. This is a poem about an X i carved into my ankle which I know think of as a cross, because it makes me feel like I have a guardian.

I was lonely, sad, rejected from my friends
I had told two people why and one had spilled the beans
Feeling like trust was lost, knowing I would never be the same...
I started drawing on my arms, on my hips, on my legs

That night my legs were dripping, blood falling to the floor
I couldn't see what I had carved, I couldn't think of my "friends"
When I wiped away the blood I would have something to explain
lines crossed my hips, a circle on my thigh

But the thing that haunts me still today, the X on my leg
At first it was just that, an X, until I found my faith
Today, that mistake is an angel
An angel watching over me waiting for when I slip

For an X turned sideways is a cross
And a cross with the Lord is a crucifix
An angel haunts my ankle, reminding me why I'm alive
Yet, sometimes I ask if I still shouldn't have died

[survivor]

Here's another poem. It's about my first boyfriend, because he was perfect and I was truly a devil.

One day a girl was lost in the woods
And a boy called out to her
Until now I never knew who you were
What you wanted, what gave you life
But now I know why with the world you have strife
For until now you hid your pain under your hood

When they had travelled back to the cabins
The girl showed she had guts
For she showed the boy all of her cuts
Was it possible? Love made between an angel and devil
They didn’t care for they were on the same spirit level\
Soon their love was filled with rich passion.

[West Coast Sheriff]

I like them both very much. Please share more poems when you get the chance :D

[survivor]

Thank you. :)