When we are willing to share our woundedness it allows us to connect on a deep level with others.
This is a poem I wrote about that.
Wounded
Wounded
The pain is near
Close inside my soul
It holds my essence
The past that is me
It holds the secrets
Things not always shared
But given freely
To ease distress
The pain others fear to share
Pouring out over the torn
And bleeding hearts
Joining our souls
Connecting our depths
Healing
We are together
Melded by God
Drawn into
The place of suffering
The place chosen to connect
Suffering and pain
With others
With no restraint
Feeling the aloneness
Fear
Abandonment
Pain
Allowing others
To see
Ever after to pour over
Our emptiness
The oil of compassion
Healing
Beautiful! How true! There’s nothing like someone who has “been there.” Bless you.
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Thank you. We do have remember to share what we have learned with others.
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Very moving x
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Thank you so much.
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