There’s knives for butter, there’s knives for hunting
Then there’s knives that cut you like lightning.
Quick on the body, the impact is swift
It’s carnage evident in the way that you drift.
Back to safety you plead, but not a soul is there
Until you’ve washed upon the beach & you can’t seem to care.
In the quietest hour, at the darkest of night
When all feels well & you swear it’s alright,
Comes the impending doom of what lies ahead
This dread, these thoughts of “Will it happen again?”
Except there’s a lifeguard on duty, hey it’s you!
A mirror-image of the future, beautiful & new.
A hand reaches out & you’re up on your feet
This path looks familiar, one you can complete.
It’s evidence of growth, you’ve built this yourself!
An architect of self-love, in completely good health.
Thank God, Thank Allah, Thank everyone under the sun
Even to those who cut you like lighting, I win this one ;p