Wounded Heart Windows Glimpses of your troubled soul Silent pain and unspilled tears etched deep within the hazel. You wear a mask, show a smile hang curtains on the glass But they fall and reveal the sorrow inside. You trusted, loved, but it was hurled back in your face You gave your willing heart only to have it trampled and torn. Emotional instinct takes hold A cold hard shield wraps around your wounded heart A defensive barrier, no more hurt. But icy steel does not allow for healing. Unyielding bars imprison not deliver. No light strains through a solid stony wall. Only a higher Love Can heal the hurt Set you free Shine the light.

~~Erin Metcalf~~ © 1996