The Wounded

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We are the wounded.

We are the ones whose histories have been rewritten,

critiqued and re-configured,

pushed through the grids of others—

those who think they only see clearly,

those who see themselves as somehow in control of perception,

of truth.

We are the wounded.

We are those who bleed from the strikes of accusers, as well as

from self-inflicted gashes

from poor judgment and bad choices.

And here we stand, geared up for a marathon, but crippled,

expected to push on to the winners’ circle, but wounded—in need

of another to carry us.

And He was wounded . . .


About apronheadlilly

wife and mother, musician, composer / poet, teacher, and observer of the world, flawed Christ-follower
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3 Responses to The Wounded

  1. georgiakevin says:

    Man this is soo powerful, wow! This is such a deep poem and so well writteen that the depth of your poem doesn’t hit your reader until they are almost through reading it. Your poem is one that must be read many more times than just once.

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