Bruised Soul

My soul was bruised

Before you, yes

I was living but

With the feeling of

Being played and being used

My soul was bruised

My pillow was wet

I forgot about myself

But its hard to forget

The feeling of being used

My soul was bruised

Yes it was bruised

But until

I was blessed with your love

Kissed by your soft lips

I forgot what I had gone through

You have cured my soul

And now if God offered me heaven

Without you, that offer will be refused


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28 responses to “Bruised Soul

  1. Every time I read one of your poems I wonder how anyone could endure the life experiences to enable them to write such poignant and inspiring words. But then I realise no-one can, so I just marvel at the insight and empathy you have. Brilliant. Thank you for sharing.

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