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My Wounded Child

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Yesterday, a very good friend named Cheri shared to me thru email this short yet very inspiring poem/story.

Years ago the child in me was wounded by the world,well meaning as it was.The scars of yesterday remain etched on my being,taking their toll on all my days and nights.Looking back, I can see the errors of those around me.Little did they know the pain and suffering they would bring me.
Now that I’m older I search for that loving open child that was.
But he remains in hiding from the pain that today might bring.

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