THE HEALING OF ANCIENT WOUNDS

She wondered into his place of work because she thought she was loosing her head

When approached by him she lost herself, her wits and her heart instead

She found her will to try, emotions she had lost, physical urges she thought she had shed

The sight and sound of him, the insight he shared, her soul he fed

Cautiously she indulged,  dependency has only ever brought feelings of dread

Desperation propelled her, the need to heal ancient wounds that still bled

Her anger flared and coloured everything red

Her child looked at her sans love and admiration, but with fear, she kept her true feelings unsaid 

The lack of connection killed her, inside she felt dead

 

Feelings of hope and possibilities were ignited 

By good fortune she no longer felt slighted

Back to the light by him she was invited

By his sincerity she was delighted 

Emotions blossomed and bloomed  And though unrequited 

It felt good to indulge and to be reminded 

That she deserves to feel, to be seen, to be appreciated and wanted.

 

 

 

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