Wounds of the Soul

My soul was wounded,so terribly hurt. My life blood was oozing,my spirit broken.

I begged to those who I wanted to believe loved me to stop,please stop! No one heard.

I ran away to hide and heal. The kindness of time designed strong,thick stitches and

sewed the jagged ripped pieces of my soul tightly together.

The scar tissue was deep and took a long time to heal,but at last I found myself strong.

The hurting deep inside of me was gone and I was safe. I am happy and find very little

in life overwhelming except for one thing....

When a loved one finds the sharpest knife and slices at my strong stitches finding satisfaction

in knowing that they can indeed be cut and the pain they held can be felt as sharply as the

day they were inflicted chooses to pick up that knife and start slicing.

Only one that I love so deeply,so purely, and without condition can do this. Why?

Soul,restitch yourself until next time.

Paula Wagner