Cutting'

Cutting through the noise, a sharp blade slices through,

A precise incision, to reveal the truth anew.

Like a surgeon's skill, it cuts away the pain,

And exposes the heart, where love and hope remain.

With every snip, a piece of the past falls away,

Like autumn leaves, that wither and decay.

The cutting edge, a symbol of change and growth,

A transformation begins, like a new birth.

But cutting can also hurt, like a knife in the dark,

Yet even in pain, there's a chance to renew,

And rise like a phoenix, from the ashes anew.

Cutting through the noise, a sharp blade slices true,