Wounds Of A Knife Poem by Spiritwind Wood

I lived my life
through wounds of a knife
that sometimes cut deep
been let down once or twice
held the tears back so not to weep

And I made my own choices
without anyone's advice
listening to only the voices
that spoke from inside

Taking chances rolling the dice
losing at this game
just so I could win
picking myself up a time or two
whenever I would fall again

But held no one to blame
and carried that pride
I held within my name
not needing no one by my side
and learned how to make it through
Spiritwind 2014