Wounded - a poem about healing

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I will cry
until my heart runs completely dry
until these memories that hurt me are replaced
until these bruising wounds get erased
I will yell out
until you hear that I forgive you now
I will reach for you in prayer
until the spirit breaks through every layer
of your cold, sentry-guarded walls
and sweeps through these empty halls
of our hearts
You need a friend, you need a true friend
I will be your friend.
With the time, healing rivers will rush over these holes,
love and joy and peace will fill our souls

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