Wounds

Alone in a ball on the floor

Like a dog who’s wounded to the core

Seeing the bright flash of red

From the cuts that left me for dead

I should be enjoying this moment

Caressing the time, I am free and content

But instead I am left counting

The reality of your hatred and dread

Wounds heal and feelings feel

Days go by and memories reel

I am left to heal alone in my ball

But I will rise no matter how many falls

That unseen Hand reaches in to console

Forgiving and persuading to hear the call

Upward ever upward; you will not win

For I am His child and me He defends

carol