The Wounded Soul

I sometimes reflect on how we deal with a wounded soul.
There is no operation for a broken heart, we're all told;
For a battered ego; for a lost self-confidence for a betrayal by a friend,
Or a family member. A Wounded soul takes time to heal, and in the end,

You are wiser, sadder, more cautious, and there lingers an ugly scar.
Even after a convalescent period you still wonder just how far
You have truly come in healing what feels like a mortal wound.
Just like a wounded body, it takes a while and not likely soon.

So if you're still hunting and some people call it a grudge,
Only you know how seriously you were hurt. You must be the judge
Of how long your healing will take. And don't forget
Wounded bodies, healed, have scars. And so your soul will have regrets.

Lucile I. Burke
June 21, 1999

 

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