Wednesday, November 25, 2009

My Own Wound

Wounded without real reason,
It seems so unfair
When love does come
And one cannot share?
It's desire to be known
And quest to learn more.
As a wounded child
Needs to be comforted
So does a love need
To be shown
If it is a two way street
Or a one way dead-end.

Wounded without real reason,
With desires to be known,
Can a one-way street
Become two way
Without major reconstruction
Unearthing what is shared?

Wound without real reason,
And knowing it's there,
To over come the obstacles
To be able to share.

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