Wounded

By Beth Reed

You can not see the wound

deep within my soul.

Needing to be mended.

Wanting to be whole.

It is not spoken of

nor is it unveiled.

By the family that raised me

and a system that has failed.

Relinquished at birth

my past concealed.

Hindered by silence

never to be revealed.

The healing is slow,

the journey very rough.

Admitting you were hurt

is the step that is tough.

As each question’s answered

and the lies destroyed

The wound begins to heal

filling the painful void

The bound that was broken

the day of my birth

Slowly is mended

Repairing my self worth.