Knife

Light glitters off the edge of the blade as I lift it up.
The reflection catches my eye and I'm mesmerised by the image.
Is this me? Where's the fear that I usually see?
"Do it" the voices inside scream
"But... What if..." I argue as the fear returns.
"It's time" the voices gently insist.
I nod agreeing, knowing that I have to find my own way.
My hand moves down, the faint swish joins the echoes of my silent tears of joy.
The knife, cuts through the strings that bind me, to how things used to be.
I did it. I'm free. Society no longer has a hold on me.