You sit knife in hand cutting slices in the nice fresh bread put upon your table top
With each slice looking so delicate and delicious your mouth begins to drool from the sight and the aroma it has
Handing a slice to each at the table saving a slice for you from the last piece respecting and being kind to those at your side
Now its your turn
You pick again up the knife to slice the slight last pieces
When suddenly a firm pinch then pull and tear
You feel the knife cut down as it cuts into your thumb
Bleeding real bad you jump and run to rinse it off and go find someone who could get you help for a bandaid to wrap it tight
Holding pressure it still continues to flow
Blood dripping down your limbs
You finally get it wrapped and cleaned as the throbbing has begun
Not even feeling the pain anymore the shock runs throughout your now numb body
An hour later you have changed the wrap not once but twice and the calming has taken over for you to rest
The throbbing picks up pulse and the pain has returned once more
Words of the wise don’t cut yourselves with sharp knives they defenately are not a toy
This pain I now face is on my mind as I have been under a bad luck health cloud haunting my side for about the past month now
Only wondering what is gonna conspire next praying each day that the new will be my last
Yet a fear inside growing more upon the focus of my mind that this may not be it and there may be more just waiting for me find and open that right door
Not like I was trying to cut into my thumb, not like I had it planned
But with each new day brings new possibilities and this just happened to be the one I claimed
Under the knife I came
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