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Bloody and Broken

August 24, 2009

Wounded I run to seek refuge behind a rock.
I finally am able to catch my breath, they still follow me.
I need help to get these creatures away from me.
I need help, so I can mend these wounds.
Is there anyone out there?
I am bloody and broken.
I am bloody and broken.
Is there anyone out there that can help me?
Is there anyone out there that can hear me?
I sit behind this rock as they got closer.
The wind begins to blow fiercely, lightning and thunder came next.
The creatures became scared at how close the lightning struck.
They began to run, but yet I still behind the rock.
I am bloody and broken.
I am bloody and broken.
Is there anyone out there that can help me?
Is there anyone out there that can hear me?
A voice I heard it came from the distance.
I did not know who this was who spoke to me.
I crouched in fear, the voice called again.
“Come my child into the healing light.”
I walked into a white light that was warm, full of love.
My body became warm and my wounds began to close.
I feel peace come over me and a purpose began to come to mind.
I’m not bloody nor broken no more.