Wounded

A Poem

The letter I open,

Words spill from the page,

Taking my breath,

Not this time,

I'm wounded,

Hurting from the inside,

I'm wounded,

But life goes on.

When the call is made,

I take the time,

To make it right,

To live the dream,

I'm wounded,

Hurting from the outside,

I'm wounded,

But life goes on,

I'm wounded,

Hurting from the inside,

Im wounded,

Till my last breath.