Matthew Brackley Poet I do not know?

Wounded Heart of a Woman(For Carol Brown)

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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