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.