So Wounded

So Wounded


So
Lively a
Woman, no one
Could compare to her
Feeling gifts of the World
Around her, carrying her through life.

She
Did not
Expect to lose
Herself, to a man
Only wanted to share life
With one, and to feel complete

Sad
She found
Much too late
The beast had her
Its shiny cloak did hide
Dark and blackened, jealous soul within

She
Did flee
Her last treasure
Torn from mother’s arms
Sharp barbs and arrows chasing
As her child receded into darkness

So
Time did
Call hopes name
And light’s champions came
Bringing back to broken princess
Strength from her sweet child’s touch


Ken Goree


This is the "other side of the same coin," referring to yesterday's poem.