I slide the knife down my chest
and tear myself apart
I see an unborn fetus
another version of myself
full of innocence and no doubts
I see them content and peaceful
a version of myself who is okay
with themselves
A version who accepts who they are
an aching feeling in my chest
an unwanted realisation has occurred
I’ve tried to keep it hidden
but it cannot stay inside this suffocating
cocoon no longer
Forgive me for giving
into these wicked sins








I like it.
I think you capture the feeling of it in this poem. Nice
Seems like there’s always a version of ourselves that was diverted off the path by life circumstances or choices. This is a good visual of that self-exploration