Monday, August 18, 2014

Wounds Unseen

Wounds of my being
From love unrequited
From life
Within a world with hurt
Leaves scars
Scars that are hidden
While I remain bleeding

My scars are still there

I see them in reflection
While others do not
I see them all
My wounds are unseen
I know what life does
What love does
What we do not have

We know that our hearts
Will be broken
Before the final fall
Our soul bears the pain
Of the sacrifice
We are made new only by offerings
Of tears and wholeness
For our broken spirit

Remains with memory of the pain
Remains with the scars of the day
We confessed our love
We opened our hearts
To one who could break us
Give our love justice
By returning it
And that turns the cost
Into nothing