Wounded
I love your gentleness
Even though I see your fire
You are a wounded soul
Who fights
I feel your ire
Rugged exterior
But silently brooding
Your spirit bruised
Its power immense
But always eluding
Your head
is lit by the moon
Your heart
darkened by the storms
Your body has been hewn
Let me heal you
Protect you from harm
Light the way
Out of the tunnel
And your enemies disarm
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
OctPoWriMo – Poem a Day – #9 – Love
Photo by Nicolas Ladino Silva on Unsplash
Thank you so much Sophia 💕
This is so stunning.
Love the contrasts in the images.
Thank you! 🙂
Wow, beautifully written!❤
Thank you so much 🙂
Such beauty in your words and excellent use of prompts Christine. 💕
Thank you so much 💕
You are kindly welcome .😊