Wounded child Hide and seek Crouched behind the bushes Afraid to peek Wounded child Where do you go? I called you and called you Do you know? Wounded child Where'd you get that gun? Under the pillow You were having some fun Wounded child Your father's asleep Just pull the trigger Then you can weep Wounded child The bang can't be unheard Your ears are now ringing The ring makes things blurred Wounded child I hear your sobs The voices surround you Angry mobs Wounded child Come out to play It's safe now and warm Night’s turning to day Wounded child You're welcome here Come out, come out The way's becoming clear Wounded child Your wounds don't make you wrong Feel them, heal them Sing Chiron's song
Beautiful, John. I so relate. We are walking the same paces. I am back at Heather and Earle’s after an aborted housesit attempt at another friend’s, where there was some allergen too much to stay comfortably. Now I’m processing the trauma material that get’s triggerd and released from each such exposure. It’s all perfect. Riding the waves.
Michou
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Thank you 😊. Row gently 😊❣
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