The Bathroom Scissors

WARNING: This poem may be triggering to those as it contains mention of self harm.

The Bathroom Scissors

I have scissors in my bedroom.

They are used for crafts and projects

I have scissors in my bathroom

They are used for thighs and arms

The scissors in the bedroom are dull and worn

From yarn and paper and even shoes!

The scissors in the bathroom are sharp and new

Shiny and clean after the red washes away

Months have passed since the bathroom scissors have seen that dark color

Why do they still hide underneath the towels?

5 months clean, yet the scissors are still there, watching, waiting for the day something happens

for something to go wrong.

The urges are strong, but my will and stubbornness is stronger!

...I think

 I tell myself to take the bathroom scissors out of the bathroom

and make them bedroom scissors

yet they stay in the bathroom as I speak.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is a strong emotional piece that at its heart reflects a part of painful humanity many have endured in life. Mental illness causes so many other issues to occur within us, one being self harm. I have always been open about my bouts with depression throughout my life. As well as attempted suicides. They are not easy to discuss nor disregard. But they are truth, and a major part of who I am as a human being. Flawed, imperfect, hopeful, and optimistic. I could never know another's pain, but I can empathize. This piece of poetry really spoke to me because of the theme it defines. I see a lot of myself in it. It is natural for us to feel pain and be wounded deeply in our hearts. Life is just that way. But hope from self revulsion is always present when sought for. One is never truly alone unless they choose to be. Thank you Jordyn for sharing your poem with us.

[Red Brick Keshner]

That was difficult to go through, reading through tears. And yes, it has triggered long buried and long abandoned thoughts and feelings. Perhaps it is also true that after moving on a part of us still knows, still cares, still feels. These can probably be likened to scars, only internal and hidden away. I feel that scissors in the bedroom could go either way, 50/50 so they remain where for now they are under towels. Haunting poem. Thanks for sharing. (catharsis points)