Wounded Healer

Wounded healer 
 

Hiding in my lies

Fracturing my truth 

In many which ways 

Trying to be absolute

A plaster of lust 

Engineering distrust 

No oil for rust 

No cure for the mind 

No bandage for time 

Block it out 

Pack it in 

We don't go anywhere when we're glued to sin 

Just keep going round 

Making the same old din 

The poison river meanders 

In key and tune to slanders 

Yet there were poppies in Flanders

Dismantle my lies 

Building in my truth 

What I keep in me 

Is in what I choose 

I'm not defined by the abuse I received

I'm not cast down by the life I chose to lead 

My heart was heavy 

It holds too much 

Just needing a clear out 

Brave to look 

Somewhere somehow

That mirage did fade

Cut all out 

Spiritual scalpel blade 

Now a scab in place of the stab 

No stitch in the lip 

Using the truth 

To obliterate the lies 

One of the facets 

Of this healing journey of mine 

Pull up a chair 

If your heart dares to dare 

I'll show you a way 

But you'll find your way there