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The Healing of a Wounded Creature

They come in all shapes and sizes, large and small
Just trying to get through this world, trying to survive
But they all have one trait
Beaten down to the ground, once stood tall
Might be crawling, but still alive
They crawl away and wait

Wounds are licked, the scars will always be there
Blood is lost, the war that will not die
Once the hunted, now becomes the hunter
Tables are turned, their dreams become a nightmare
Tooth for a tooth, eye for a eye
They were not made that way by nature

The body weaken, the mind grows stronger
Learning from past mistakes made
Slowly waiting for that day
The yesterdays have passed, now come the future
So that they price will be paid
Could well be Judgment Day

What goes around, sooner or later comes around
When the giver becomes the receiver
That is how it is when life is the teacher
When peace and tranquility are found
Making the deceiver become a true believer
And the healing of a wounded creature

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Sara Kendrick December 2, 2009 at 1:50 PM This write is so true. The wounded of this world who have not worked through the wounds and reached healing are tragic. Thanks for stopping by and commenting on my work. Keep the magical pen flowing. Sara

Anthony Nutter December 2, 2009 at 2:49 AM I am a big believer in Karma. The things you do in life travel in a circle. Do good things good things return to you. Evil travels the same way. Excellent write and an enjoyable read. A. W.