Poetry

One

One chance
One shot
One last hope
Cast into the darkness

One final ray of light
One lingering drop of dew
To salvage this
Wilting flower

One slick, sharp edge
One pure, unadulterated patch of skin left
To permanently mark as a reminder,
A distraction of the pain within

One exhausted effort
One pair of calloused yet gentle hands
To place jagged pieces of
A shattered heart back together

One last resort
One deciding cry for help
To confess my desire for the end
And accept the safe embrace of concern