The Wound

Time has passed and many years elapsed
Since I walked upon that ground
That abandoned me wounded and alone
Now visions haunt me as my life dance carries on

Can I reach that place so deep inside me?
Where even the brave fear to go
A place so deep and hidden
It has taken years to open

So young and innocent
Dancing under the Acacia tree
Imagining a life of joy
Cut so deep by those I trusted

Left to find my way
In a world so foreign and new
No one to help me learn the path
Only harsh commands to follow

No Mother to guide my childish dreams
I can not reach for help or ask advice
I can not get a hug or be told I’m loved
Just guided by hands of the enemy

Can I find the courage to face this hurt
And label it for what it is
Abuse, mental, spiritual, physical
Once identified, no longer my adversary

This monster I will breach
And face with valor so intense
Because those I love
Deserve the whole of me!