My.Girls.Are.Wounded...
broken-open
the mad, really sad ~
all spilling out
and down
and all over our lives.
Little souls wrenched
small hearts wrung out
by fear ~
eyes wide, round, seeing shadows
mouths screaming loud,
or shut tight
emotions jumbled
bumbled,
numb.
Their pain creeps and seeps
and draws out our own
and we're all left covered
in tears,
in bruises purpling,
on legs
arms
spirits
hearts
souls.
My girls are wounded.
My.Girls.Are.Wounded...
broken-open
the mad really sad~
all.spilling.out.
Neither the height, or breadth, or depth
of my love
can soak
up
their
sorrow.
Sweet Healer come.
bind-up our wounds ~
before we all bleed dry.
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