Wounded

Wounded in pain, you stab me again, your words and deeds shout loud, but worst of all is the quite times when the pain inside shouts out, those times I sit and think of you, replaying all our words, and wondering what I did wrong to make you shout so loud, and in time hoping that the sun will shine, bright and fresh again and on that day I’ll look back, and know the pain will fade and know with pride that I did right and step forward once again toward the dawn and a different light pain free and whole again   

Author: Peter

Writer and co-founder of From Heartbreak to Happiness

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