Denoting 
Sharp edges protruded 

With little room to avoid

Falling into the great gulf

That created the divide. 

Little nicks and bruises

Some of which still bled

Scarred along the parts

Which the razor contacted

To plunge into the depths

Had never been an option

Since getting past the ledge

Was the original decision 

Each wound would burn

But with the end in sight

The process had begun 

Where all would be set right 

A few more treacherous steps

Along the way that separates 

Losing it all in its totality 

From the drive of the desperate 

Eventually all would heal

And the markings leave a map

Denoting how in adversity 

Persistence had never stopped 
Ria 2017

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