Our Wound
If you want to know your own mysteries, why you do what you do, feel what you feel…. look inside and know your own wound
It could be shallow or it could be deep, but we each have one…
so we can’t afford to sleep
Don’t know if our wound is pathological or it’s our human condition, but alas, to know and love this wound is our only life mission
This yin and yang inside our being, can come and go without its reasons,
a friend one day but then the next, it rises up like a ghost of treason
So know its shape, know its aim, where its sojourns and what’s its name.
It’s scar will define the injury you carry..
but its name will describe the fear you find most scary
Names such as “what about me,” or “you’re going to leave” or “I’m not good enough” or “if you know me, you will not love me” or “no one is perfect enough to love me” or “I need the perfect person, so they don’t leave me.”
The name of my wound is “I’m not wanted” and it comes from days afar. Sometimes it is my strengths and other times, it’s as if it’s my most recent scar
On difficult days my wound is one of self blame and deep shame.
And inside my heart and my chest, a literal ache it can claim.
But on good days, when I accept and love how this wound may behave
I’m keenly sensitive, highly intuitive and extraordinary compassionate and wonderfully loving, creative, funny and brave.
Each day, “not wanted” and I, skirmish amidst our pain
It’s a rugged inner path but it slowly reveals my wisdom and gain
So “I’m not wanted” and I, we’re working to make
the deep and possible amends
For one day I hope we’ll be
both tender and loving friends