In The World Of Wounded Souls Poem by Mary Champion

In the world of wounded souls
we wear our armour,
our spiky armour,
to hide the cracks.
Our interactions
are agonising
as our defences
turn to attacks.

In the world of wounded souls
misunderstandings
are commonplace.
We dare not speak
what's on our mind.
For fear of spurning
we hide our face.

In the world of wounded souls
there is no harbour,
there is no haven.
no refuge here.
Ever watchful,
ever suspicious,
our brother victims
fill us with fear

In the world of wounded souls
we live in terror
that further heartache
must lie in store.
We circle round
our wary fellows.
Avoiding conflict
by making war.