A wounded soul
has danced a thousand tangos,
in ballrooms under the stars
and in gutters under an
orange and crimson sky.
A wounded soul
has wept a thousand tears
swords and spears
punctured and pierced
it's spirit,
it has nursed cuts
and healed scars
along the way.
A wounded soul is kind
from surviving the battle.
A wounded soul comes from
a place where sorrow lived.
It does not know fear for itself
but it feels it for others.
It knows hunger and pain,
solitude and abandonment.
It knows forgiveness
and loss in an intimate way.
A wounded soul sees beauty,
and possess it deep within.
A wounded soul knows gratitude,
bleeding while gasping for a
breath of air.
A wounded soul knows gratitude
for the sacred moments of love
and ordinary magic.
A wounded soul does not search
for purpose,
it has one.
A wounded soul does not
let strangers define it,
it follows it's
inner compass,
with grace
and glory.
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Ayala, you have talked about 'grace and glory.' I have been doing a lot of thinking about those words lately. I think we are all wounded souls, but yes we DO indeed have purpose!
ReplyDeleteyes. a wounded soul does and knows all this... i think it makes a big difference when we ourselves have experienced how things can hurt and pierce a soul and that makes us much more compassionate towards others..
ReplyDeleteThe scars we carry from our battle with life are badges of honor. This is so tender and so honest, ayala. Wishing you and your family a joyous and peaceful Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeletesmiles...it is the wounded souls that make it...no one makes it through without some scars...but they teach us as well, the pings...and prepare us for the life ahead....happy thanksgiving ayala
ReplyDeleteAyala, I guess that those who acknowledge they are wounded souls are the most likely to approach with 'grace and glory'. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteLove how you attribute the values of humanity of wounded souls, making the less victimized.. a very healthy approach. Lovely poem and sentiments Ayala
ReplyDeleteWounds aplenty pile up the more life goes on. But have to push through at our zoo
ReplyDelete"A wounded soul knows gratitude
ReplyDeletefor the sacred moments of love
and ordinary magic." yes yes yes!
It's the souls wounded and rewounded, finding their way through life in spite of, that act as guides to the rest of us when we doubt we can keep going. Lovely and loving write.
ReplyDeleteAll of this was great, but below, this was exquisite:
ReplyDelete"A wounded soul does not search
for purpose,
it has one."
The poet knows well the wounded soul.
ReplyDeleteI loved this. Well done!
ReplyDelete' A wounded soul does not
ReplyDeletelet strangers define it,
it follows it's
inner compass,
with grace
and glory' -- beautiful and inspiring poem.
"A wounded soul does not search
ReplyDeletefor purpose,
it has one."
This feeds the heart. Beautiful, Ayala.
Amazing "A wounded soul knows gratitude
ReplyDeletefor the sacred moments of love
and ordinary magic."
A beautifully drawn picture of the Empath, in such a positive way. Lovely imagery. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteMaybe only the bravest can become wounded souls like this. Lovely work.
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery of the wounded soul. The wounded soul knows the depth of so many emotions. One of my favorites, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteA wounded soul does not let others define it....love this and the entire poem. Profound...and meaningful xo ~jackie~
ReplyDeleteThe wound is so close to the blessing and we are wounded by what we are wounded by because they lie so close.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful. :-)
ReplyDeleteI know one such soul and such people are rare.
ReplyDeleteThis so utterly true, well-written, enjoyable to read and enter into depths of wounded souls. The "wounded soul" does posses a great gift over others. It can identify with, and help to snatch another wounded soul away from despair...with the words, "See! This is how I did it!" We are never REALLY alone!
ReplyDeleteThanks for a fine piece here, Ayala.
Yes. And yes. :)
ReplyDeleteyes, this!
ReplyDeletea thousand tangos, a thousand tears
beautiful words
"Forasmuch then as Christ hath suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves likewise with the same mind: for he that hath suffered in the flesh hath ceased from sin; That he no longer should live the rest of his time in the flesh to the lusts of men, but to the will of God." (1 Peter 4:1-2)
ReplyDeleteA wounded soul does see beauty; it can be beauty in a romantic world… Great closing, by the way.
ReplyDeleteYes. So hopeful, so lovely.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Ayala. Reminded me of a book titled "The Wounded Healer." It's by a monk but really applicable to anyone. We are all wounded.
ReplyDeleteAll souls end up wounded, some more so than others. The ability to heal, and go on, is the ultimate test, and thankfully, many more people pass than fail.
ReplyDeleteA wounded soul knows many things but, if it is strong it survives and still loves with an open heart and heals..your words bring hope to the wounded..
ReplyDeleteMy favorite line here has to do with the wounded soul not needed to seek its purpose--healing enough. A really interesting idea. Thank you. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this. And may you have a Thanksgiving blessed with love and warmth and light.
ReplyDeleteLovely lovely introspective view.....a reminder that ultimately we all go through times when our self doubt is magnified, but look within and the good things out weigh the negative.
ReplyDeletea season for all things... written with such hope
ReplyDeletea season for all things... written with such hope
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