Pulse

I stare
at the thumping
pulse of my wrist
for minutes
My silent reminder
of the blood flowing
in this body that
I’ve tried on occasion
to destroy
A symbol of a persistent life
where the death I attempted
didn’t succeed
It’s overwhelming
It’s humbling
It’s enough to bring me
to tears
I’m here
against all odds
against my darkest wishes
despite my self destruction
I’m here
It’s evident by this
small bumping I can see
beneath my skin

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