Kindness of strangers-9am

 

I’ve been walking all night
trying to find the right spot
no-
the perfect spot.

this will do, as I climb up
intent on this-
mission I’m on
no one will care

two quick swipes
hard enough to draw
the crimson relief
I need so badly

I need the other one
to complete-
but what’s this?!
a prick of alarm?

How can that be?
I’m intent on this mission
Aren’t I?

Maybe thinking wouldn’t
hurt so bad right now

Sliding down
slivers cutting into
my back
the wind’s picking up
sweeping past with a purpose

Hopeless I say aloud
as I start to cry

How’d I get to this point?
miserable
hurting
bleeding
alone

Jesus help me please
I’m bleeding
I’m scared
and I don’t
know how to hold on

There’s a begger coming
my way and I don’t know
if I have anything I can part with

Screw it. I’m wanting to
end my life
I got plenty.

He sat down next to me
took out a dirty rag and
started cleaning my wrist

“this wrist could be cleaned
a little better.”
I didn’t say anything and tried not
to cry.

In the middle of everything
going wrong
and nothing making sense to me
everyone treating me like a leper-

He was kind enough
to give me his dirty rag.