Here the Wounded

Here the Wounded

By: R. A. Slater

03/31/13

Last spring my heart was broken

Crushed by a man whose name I never knew

Torn asunder and cast aside

Needing a place to heal

Helpless I searched for refuge

Hounded the fair white halls

Each time I was turned away

A scarlet letter branded on my soul

Heart still bleeding I wandered

The desolate wilderness highways

Until at last I found a spot to huddle

With yesterday’s castaways among the refuse

And there among the garbage I found hope

For here the wounded embraced their own

Stronger together we formed a new family

One who held each other up

And helped each other heal

Beyond surviving we began to thrive

For here there was no false unity

Just a common thread of need

Sewing us together

Hope springing anew among the hopeless

An eternal flower budding fresh this spring

As life takes wing and soars above

Here the wounded become something more