What are these cuts in me
these slashes
leaving me bloodless,
leaving me thirsty,
leaving me alone and naked and cold?
Who am I
with these scars I don’t recognize?
I’m not at all
the man I thought I would be;
I am not at all
the woman I promised I was.
I am afraid.
I am lost.
I am only me.
What if that
isn’t enough?
