The Fallen Sinner

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This poem is about a friend of mine who almost committed suicide. Had the same problem I did at the time--abusive ex who hardly reciprocated the love. Her name was changed to protect her, of course. I'm still beyond happy to say that today she is alive and has her life together.

Submitted: February 12, 2014

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The Fallen Sinner

It was the silver blades that gave birth to crimson and fed the monster inside her soul.
Human outwardly, but corrupted and grotesque inwardly.
Through her pain and hysteria, she saw no beauty—no real reason to live anymore.
Even her reflection seemed to reflect her new beliefs about herself.
She had three years and numerous chances to leave the relationship;
It had been abusive, unrequited to a point, and frowned upon by all.
She deserved all the pain and to die for the sin she was, and had committed.
But, in an attempt to end it all, a voice gently broke:
“You have a reason to live.”
She didn’t believe it, nor was she going to.
She believed dying was the answer to atoning for her sins, for everything.
Even still, she cast aside the plastic bag, hugged her knees to her and mourned herself.
Her heart mourned the death of the once beautiful Isbel;
The beautiful Isbel that was no more, and had yet to become.


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