Surviving

Each wound a jagged edge
With which he’d have to live.
Each scar a tale told,
Retold ad infinitum.
Each cut, further proof
Of a life that hurt too much.
But each day lived
A survivor’s tale.
Surviving
Not living;
Holding on
To jagged edges,
With tired fingers,
A blade,
And a fistful of hope.

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Daily poem #855