Wounded

I lay an open book

Come and take a look

See what caused these burns

See why the page won’t turn

My mind an open stage

The actors play in rage

Clenching fists and crying out

“We have no lines!”

“We are without!”

My soul a fertile creek

Now has sprung a leak

A place to bring relief

Now mistrust and grief

My heart a compass guide

Pointed south in lie

My true north has failed

My ship has lost its sail