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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Walking Wounded</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded<br>Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied<br>All the essentials of the bonding experience<br>Perhaps the wounds were inflicted <br>When another toddler refused to return the toy you readily shared<br>Or by the mean girl who broke your favorite colored crayon<br>Or the bully who pushed you on the playground<br>Or perhaps it happened that first time<br>Someone more sophisticated, though lacking empathy, <br>Assailed your ears with a course laughter, <br>Aimed at you like a lethal weapon<br>Contrasting the cheerful chorus of joy laughter had always been<br>Maybe it happened the day you ran home crying<br>Mother revealed a secret: “Not everyone you meet will like you”<br>Unwelcome words that wounded and wound their way <br>Like strangling ivy around your core <br>Taking root in your heart of hearts<br>Passing years provide a scale of scar<br>Yet you are Wounded still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Somewhere, sometime, your Innocence was lost<br>Maybe it happened when your missing bicycle <br>Was spotted in the driveway on the next block<br>Or the day that special pebble found on the playground<br>Mysteriously vanished from your backpack<br>Maybe it was the first time you witnessed another’s tears <br>And yet perceived no evidence of physical injury<br>Perhaps it was the initial instance when you caught someone in a lie<br>Betrayal became a biting sting instead of just a word<br>Maybe it was on the day the friendly neighbor invited you in for a visit<br>Closed the door, pulled down the shades<br>And the most sacred shelter of innocence was shattered<br>At the unworthy hands of one of life’s lowest thieves<br>You learned another bitter truth<br>The knowledge of good and evil force-fed like bitter fruit<br>Time having done all it can to repair or bury<br>Yet Innocence is lost still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever time, whatever place, or in whatever manner<br>Those who contributed to your loss of Innocence<br>Or at whose hands you were first Wounded<br>Do not hold the power to heal you <br>And they never will.<br>Even should they acknowledge and repent<br>You would still be walking through life wounded<br>Your initial Innocence still lost<br>Only you can sooth the hurts, <br>Bind the wounds, reclaim your rightful share of Innocence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only Your Indomitable Spirit Can Prevail</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yours the choice to reject surrender and to overcome <br>You, accepting the role of Hero of your own life, <br>Who, in casting off from the past, <br>Becomes the Captain of all future voyages<br>Becoming one with the rest of us <br>We, the “Walking Wounded”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Havran">Mary Havran</a><div class=q>
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