Some of us were wounded children,
Now seeking healing in many things,
Alcohol, drugs, religion and passion
But of no effect. It seems it would take
A lifetime to find the answer to these
Illnesses, but when we run out of
Resources from within there is
A higher power to help…
~~~~
My body is wrapped in layers
Of gauze, I am wrapped like a
Spool of yarn, my shape has
Been marred
I have been harmed, punctured
From the barbed wire fence
That constrains me, in this
Battle so fierce
I am stiff, I cannot bend over
Stiff as a corpse with no way out
Two small slits for eyes, from
Other people disguised, I have
Been to the surgeon, doctors
And hospital, they tried to remove
My stitches
They say my wounds are too deep
To treat…
The threads tighten about my head
my tight gauze suit a pillar of
White restricting air
There are lesions with noxious
Smells
I swell, I fester, the pain hurts so
Bad, I go back to the doctor, as
If they have an answer
No one to help me, if I could
Only get someone to carve me
Open, but I am just too broken
~~~
From this cloak of sutures He
Will mend me and remove the
Bandage from my heart
I am an escapist, stepping out
Of this covering of skin, that I
May be well again…
The cords that bind us, the fence
that confines us are removed
We are set free…
Portions of this poem are from
the book
“Weeping Child To Forgiving Child’
We are set free….
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