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Walking wounded.
A collaboration between myself
and Marie Shine.

Beautiful souls are the walking wounded
Spirits broken, bent out of shape
Still shine like a shower of sunlight
Falling from the storm-shot sky.

Hurting bad, pain held inside,
No comfort, consolation, ego or pride,
Every day a mountain climbed
To raise the merest ghost of a smile.

Sharing tears like smiles,
The heart’s darker places too
Giving to all except themselves
Nothing asked for - empty shells

But still that inner light will shine
And time and tide will turn
And if we put ourselves before
Whoever else comes through our door

It’s all for Grace we strive
And lay our bodies down to rest
Loving ourselves the more
And standing with the best.

By Aengus

© 2010 Aengus (All rights reserved)


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