I'm missing my edge
Have you seen it anywhere?
It was shiny and bright
And cut her own hair.
I'm missing my edge
It seems to have strayed,
It sliced threads cleanly
Now all's soft and frayed.
I'm missing my edge
This is getting out of control
It is switchblade dangerous
And never goes silent or AWOL.
Have you seen my edge?
It used to be me
Now it weeps at dead dogs
And stares blankly at the sea.
I think I have found it:
It's turned into a mirror
Reflecting back a world
Full of sadness and horror.
I lost my edge.
I thought it was power,
But it only cut my hands
And left me bleeding out
Hour after blooded hour.
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Sometimes edge is overrated and there are times when soft and smooth is just what’s needed in that moment 😊.
I know you are right…but I kinda miss it! Hope you are having a good day, Janice. Really nice to meet you!
The edge is precarious though. Often better being centred
Yes, but it has been me for a long long time….The ‘new me’ is alright, much nicer to be around, I suspect! Nice to meet you, Steve!
Likewise