Three Sides


Sometimes you feel as if there is no hope
beyond the double sided razor in your hand
two sides with the same sharp ending
But there is hope beyond this so called friend
perhaps there is a third side
not as sharp and painful
or silver and cold
But soft, comforting, green and warm
no metallic scent
no taste of warm red blood
or pulsing blue veins
Instead the smell of flowers, hundreds of kinds
the taste of fresh spring water and
sun rays pulsing through the treetops
There is a way out
and it is not a double sided razor.

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