Therapy Bits

Thanks Di for the prompt, and for hosting 3TC! Our words today are cut, prick, sharp.

Three Things Challenge: MM48 | pensitivity101

A blade of dawn begins to cut,
Through velvet night, abrupt, abrupt.
Its whisper slides where silence slept,
In dreams the shadows closely kept.

A thorny thought, a prick of doubt,
Winds through the soul, inside, then out.
It nestles deep, too sly to flee,
A seed of sharp uncertainty.

Steel tongues of truth, they gleam, they flare,
They speak with cuts too clean to bear.
Yet in the sting, some wisdom wakes—
Sharp pain is real; the rest are fakes.

So walk the edge, both keen and kind,
Where prick and cut and sharp remind:
Though wounds may bloom from hidden art,
It’s proof that something touched the heart.