Scars deeply embedded

Wounds left over from childhood

Seemingly dead and buried

Make themselves known

Affecting relationships even today





What I hear

Is much different than what was said

Unable to differentiate

What was intended

Verses what was felt





At any hint

Of irritation, anger or disappointment

I find my defenses mount up

Emotions shut down

Now I don’t have to feel or risk being hurt





Trying and stay ahead

Anticipate each move

Feeling justified

In my inability to trust

Will I ever feel loved?





Will I turn to Him

The One who binds my wounds

The Healer of my soul

Only He can set this prisoner free

Will I allow Him to show me how to trust again





Will I let the One

Who taught the angels to sing

To fill my heart and mouth

With songs of praise

How long until I sing the song of freedom





By Susan Bunts

July 23, 2008