She tried to hide her arms, and said
I don’t cut myself anymore.

I touched her hand and told her ancient peoples
Tell us we come into this world
With a purpose.                        But
The wine of this world makes us forget
Why we came.

The scars on your arms
Are the rungs of the ladder you are climbing
            Down into the darkness to know your pain,
            And then back up
To open the window
And let in the light.

We are all climbing ladders
Together, to find the light.