This poem is inspired by the internal battle we all face with what we fear most, ourselves. Self Injury is the ultimate result of a vicious, tormenting weakness that overpowers our sense of hope, after months of fraying resistance. It has a cruel tendency to exploit the deepest fears and shames that only we would know about ourselves. Self Injury is the physical embodiment the fear within us claiming victory over our rationality, and our hope. To Live with Self Injury is to live in a perpetual darkness, a strangling fog, were no one can hear you, no one can help you. We can break through that fog. I don’t have fame, I don’t have special talents or special opportunities, but what I do have, what we all have, is a voice. As Edward Everett Hale said, “I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something I can do.” (Edward Everett Hale, 1794 -- 1865). I will use the voice I have, to do what good I can. Please, look for signs of Self Injury in your loved ones, you could be the string of hope they need.