Poem: Wounds OF Life

The Wounds of life are there

Within us from the moments and experiences we have encountered, endured, and journeyed through

Wounds that are deep

Some shallow

Some never ending

Some forever opened with no respite of healing

Yet we smile, move along — love again

We yearn

We hope to someday to be able to let go

It is hard when we are marred by the scars of life

A visual roadmap to and from all the places we have ventured

The inner and outer worlds of our Adventures

Wounds it seems are the whispers of the unknown there to remind us we are having a Human Experience

The choice within our hands whether to let our wounds heal or remained trapped in memory preventing Healing

Our collections of Wounds are evidence of growth or regression

We have plucked at the scab enough —

See them for what they are and kiss them away until the next time