WEEPING WOUND

My entire life, I have ran Avoided, buried, ignored A wound that could never heal Try as I might to not see At times, it would appear Weeping...oozing pit pain Down in the dungeon It is hot, isolation, so cold It's hard to sit, where it is Soul sear, burns and rips Leaving tears to flow like a river Desolate...no one to drink Longings grow out of silence Imagination runs in green lush fields On the back of my trusted steed I soared through visions of freedom The wind whipping through my hair Matted...abrupt reality of despair Even after He came, lifting me up Totally restoring the scarred soul The ache screamed, piercing the darkness When I left all the abuse for LOVE My whole being longed to be pursued Anger...great wrath is all you could muster For daring to leave you alone..... Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-25-2023