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I Am But a Wounded Bird
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I Am But a Wounded Bird I sit at my desk�.thinking about the significance of the chocolates that he gave to me today His�a surprise above any thinking of mine own I am doing all that I can to not cry for myself For I am so frightened by any signs of a promised love I am but a wounded bird Who flies above the world with eyes patched to darkness Praying and hoping that this�will some how pass me by Because I can not endure the passions of my own heart I am a masterpiece for the macabre to a spirit That withers in the wind As I think of the touch of his lips as soft as the pillow of which I lay my head Why am I so frightened of love? And what shall I do about it? Time is passing me by and I am so tired of running For there have been so many suitors� of no interest to me Fear has lead me here�as I search for answers from my God above Has he sent me love? Or a false imitation of a fear to be known? I�the wounded bird�cursed by what I can not see I� the wounded bird who sits at her desk In fancy of you�.my love�who moves about my mind and soul As the white doves fly through the merciful clouds That adorns the Heavenly skies I can not lie I am but a wounded bird Who is, but a hopeless slave to her own fears
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Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on October 22, 2009

Yes, am wounded bird yes, I was abused by my father. It took many years to gey over it. I am 90%over it. That 10 percent I am still working on by helping others much less fortunate.
God Bless you for sharing Kathryn! That is a huge step in the right direction.

John Michael

Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)

Reviewed on July 3, 2008

Beautiful!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 3, 2008

I am a masterpiece for the macabre to a spirit
That withers in the wind

Powerful verses and the entire poem is poignant and compelling, Kathryn. I can relate to much of what you express here. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by David Clure

Reviewed on March 5, 2008

The part about time passing you by resonated within my own heart, because I have prayed for a true love. I'm still waiting. I too, am a wounded bird. You've done a superb job of putting all those layers and depths of emotions into words and the conflict between keeping from being further wounded and taking a chance again. Great job!
May God grant you your heart's desire.

-Zach

Reviewed by Dark Knight (Reader)

Reviewed on March 1, 2008

wow.... such beautiful poetry

Reviewed by Amor Sabor

Reviewed on November 10, 2007

Phenomenol write, Kathryn...beautiful wording and romantic style.

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on November 7, 2007

It would be nice if we all had a crystal ball that allowed us to see what the future holds for us but such is not life. We have to stay the course and learn all we can from a relationship so that there are no hidden surprises down the road to wound us again. Not an easy task.

Reviewed by Glen Schulz

Kathryn, Kathryn, Kathryn. Stop looking through a peephole and stick your head out the door instead! Go for it, for even if you make a painful mistake it is still better than sharing yourself, your dreams and your love, with no one. Nicely done.
Love ya, *Glen*

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed by Charles Keller

Take a chance, Kiddo. Poignant poem but you need to spread your wings and fly. Don't be a prisoner of fear and regret.