For Those Who've Been Hurt: Wounded Bird
Misused, abused and left sitting confused
Disrespected & rejected
Never felt so hated
What did I do to deserve this anger
My other half has suddenly become a distant stranger.
No resolving, no amends, no signed agreements to comprehend this.
My sanity is loss, like a balloon with no air
Once a blissful afternoon has turned into a dark nightmare
Hoping to wake up to the person I once knew
Stitches on my head that represent the many times I fell for you
My list could go on of the times you let me down
but what's the point of saying this only to be called a silly clown
I must find my strength which is buried somewhere deep into a pit of lies to get up and leave
before I hear the echoes of my lonely cries
You may spit your words of hate, or punch me to my fate
My determination will not yield for I am a wounded bird who has healed.
My wings are stretched wide with a pride that will not die
A light no longer dimmed, & a heart no longer grim
Words that I speak will be heard across the land
& you will evaporate like water in hot sand
No balled up fist or affront could ever break me again
Cause now I am free from the hate you gave me
Wake up, open your eyes
You’re breathing, you’re alive,
The pain of yesterday has faded with the moon
A brighter day, yes, will be here very soon
Trouble don’t last always
So don’t count the bad days
What are you crying for
Spread your wings and soar
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