The Wounded Hero
It cut so deep
That blade of hate
It cut my spirit
It changed my fate
To those outside
I may look fine
But within me
Lies a wounded mind
My thoughts were poisoned
My hopes subdued
My trust in the world
Is darkened and skewed
My wounds may not
Have shed much blood
My wounds are mental
Tears fell like floods
Tho I've lost much
My faith is strong
In a God who made
Me kind and strong
Though I have hurt
I'll treat you right
I won't cause you hurt
You I won't strike
I'm not a very violent man
Tho, I fight quite well with words
I try to be a hero, brave,
If only just with words
Though wounds heal
Scars still remain
Physical scars don't hurt that much
But mental scars leave lasting pain
Even so, I'm healing now
God's angels walk with me
As I grow strong and heal now
God soon will make me free
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