Wounded Heart of a Woman
Knees under your chin,
clasped tight
Sitting on you bed,
slowly rocking
This long night,
your mind in a spin
Sitting on your bed,
awake instead
What am I?
Where do I go?
Ready to fly
Nowhere so
Wounded heart,
wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
Hurtful things
That are untrue
Piercing stings
These acts you do
Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
This numbing pain
This negativity
Has come back to haunt me again
Killing all creativity
Bruises and pain
Walked in to the door again
Hate and spite
Try all he might
His promises to me
Now so hollow
This is not what I imagined to be
My heart so wanted to follow
Wounded heart
Wants to run
The things he had done
Right from the start
Bruises heal
But not what I feel
I am stronger now,
deep inside
I know how
He can bruise my heart
Not my spirit
I can go
Where he cannot follow
This is where I start
Wounded heart,
can run
This new start
You see...................
You are free
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