Momma she asks
Eyes wide with wonder
The scars , momma
On your wrist
Where do they come from

I look down
Seeing the jagged ugly reminders
I touch them
Carressing them softly like a lover

My angel I say
These are from a time before you
When the angels weeped
And life almost ceased

Momma, please explain she asks
As I gather her in my arms
Holding her tight
I begin my tale

Long ago before you came
Momma was in so much pain
The world seemed to crush me
From inside
Darkness surrounded me night and day
I could not see the pale moonlight
I could not see the sun shining so bright
And the angels weeped
Through the night

I carried the knife from the kitchen
Into the bath
Steam was rising from the water
This was long before you daughter
I climbed in to the tub
Water sloshing to the floor
As I silently prayed once more
The blade cut deep upon my wrists
I couldn't see through the mists
And the angels weeped

Someone lifted me high above
Carrying me on the wings of a dove
The knife clattered to the floor
As I prayed silently once more
Lights so bright I could not see
So many voices above me
And the angels weeped

I awoke to the softest voice
A sister saying I had a choice
So many prayers she said were made
For my soul to be remade
The sunlight streamed through the window
And I wept

I grew stronger each day
Thanking the angels
Who saved me that day

Only once more have I heard
The angels weep
On a bright beautiful day
When my little angel came to stay

Momma, I hear the angels
She says
With a sad look upon her face
Don't worry my precious one
I whisper softly through her hair
The angels are always near
Only now my little one
They sing with joy

WOW...

*takes note of wrists*

*whispers not my wrists my beloved*

Damn girl now that is some powerful
stuff But I know its not you. But
the words are soooo powerful.
Hummm I expect this one to be in that book!!!

That is truly touching.

Thanks Gurly for th kind words and knowing it wasn't me. Yeah this one
is going in the book for sure!!

Thanks karma

I see I am not the only soul to survive. Great work CCP

her works fill my soul...and warm my heart...M.

Again, this chicky just blows me away. Her intensitiy is astounding, its
lik she sees all the world's pain and can put it into words that
everyone can plainly see.Some publisher better pick her up quick, it
would be a sin for the world not to see her work!!!

yea, she is currently working on a book...she is my love... :)~

Gurl you are to fkin funny LMAO Ok yall she been readin my words for 15
years and sayin the publisher bit for 15 years lol But yeah I am workin
on a book and workin to get it published


MUCH LOVE RHIANNON GURL!!

I LOVE THE MEANING AND YOUR POINT, AND WHERE IT WENT,
BUT YOU DID JUST TEACH YOUR DAUGHTER TO CUT HER WRISTS.
SORRY, I LOVED IT OTHER THAN 'THAT' THAT I COULD NOT TAKE OUT!

T no daughter here, just a son. This is a totally fictional piece,
nothing I personally experienced. Just something tha came to me and
needed to be written, there is a moral or something behind it.
Suicide is never ever a solution, there are othr means to get through
the pain of life, pick up a pen and write it out.