Wounds: A Poem

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What happens when you’re not enough?
Those thoughts stick in your mind. 
They eat away at many things 
wrapped up like rope, they bind.
And though your life is happy
So much you’re grateful for. 
A distant fog is lurking, 
trying to reach the shore. 
Sometimes you sense it coming,
A haze you must see through. 
And other times it’s distant,
At bay, not meant for you.
You tell yourself it’s silly. 
Now confident and strong.
Old wounds of life still with you?
Refuse, you say that’s wrong. 
Most days you know you’re lucky. 
So many suffer more. 
With health, or family struggles... 
depression at their door. 
So daily there’s a pep talk, 
that voice inside your brain. 
Old wounds inside stay silent, 
A secret - they remain.

Written by Sandi Lafferty

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Sandi Lafferty

With a career path including faith ministry, Sandi promotes learning and helping others with a focus of choice through challenge thinking and the healing power of poetry.

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