Wounded (Poetry)

Unraveling the pain

Blood stained bandages

Peeling away layers of pretense and who I thought I was

Thoughts of my past no longer feel the same

I thought it was healing, I just grew accustomed to the pain

The familiar sound of your intoxicating lies

Intruder, Intruder, Intruder

Bells ringing, bells ringing

Red flags violently flapping in the wind

Warnings of rip tides, threatening my perception of life

I get away
To steal a glance at me
No mirrors around
I closed my eyes
So I could see

My scars lay bare
Swollen inflamed
Sore to the touch
Clinching in pain
Here is the point of impact
Broken skin but the bone is intact

Reaching for understanding
Such high fruit
Dig down low to see the root

So that’s what happened
You came underground
Numb to my pain I didn’t hear a sound

Like blood to a shark
I called you to me
No worries
Elementary my dear


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About Author
Emunah Y’srael is an expert in DIY Soul Improvement with over 20 years actively dedicated to her own soul journey. She is the creator of the a myriad of self-improvement projects. Emunah has authored to date four books, all available on amazon.

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