Wandering Through The Wounds

By Lida Thomas

I'm not mistaken;

I'm wandering through the woods

The woods of wounds

Wandering through the wounds of my life.

The woods are so dark and deep

Thick and sharp

No light, no wind, no rain, but pain

Piercing straight towards the heart

Breaking the soul into countless pieces.

Committed many mistakes

Cheated by closest

Abandoned by dear ones

Blamed by beloveds

Seen the scattered pieces of my own reflection.

Crawled under the claws of Pain

The pain of loss and despair

I have been lost into the woods

The woods of wounds where

My twinkling stars faded into scary scars.

Wandered for so long alone

Became a stranger even to the shadow

Seen dead leaves beneath my feet

And new ones above my face

Stood between life and death- I said:

"May be I have been lost

Does not mean my entire life is a mistake,

It's not too late to rewrite the story,

There is always a second chance-

To rebuild, to restore and to restart."

The sound reverberated

The woods of wounds

Turned into the woods of womb

Where I found myself again

Ready to start once again.

By Lida Thomas