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
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2023
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