. Walking Wounded Comments

Beautiful.

Dear Mary, I have wrongly written your name as Anjali. Sorry for the mistake

What your mother said is absolutely correct dear Anjali. It's a wonderful poem. Full marks.

'only your indominatable spirit can prevail' i love that line.. thank you for this =)

This poem is amazing! Great job! All the best, Chelsea

a great write, Mary..Love this. Hugs, Meggie

Good morning poet friend Mary. This was a very touching read and a true story for so many, many people. You captured the theme and made it speak! I enjoyed, Loyd

'Only your indomitable spirit can prevail'- what a fine message! Thanks for sharing!

Very fine poem. Very disturbing, in the original sense of stirring up the turbid and giving glimpses into it. Thank You, Mary.

Mary, I thought that this was too long, but, I found myself thinking, at the end, that it wasn't long enough somehow. B.V.A.

I lived through your poem really, I never wanted to re live it. Yet, It is a work of art, So I re lived and survived And feels, suprisingly, happy. Thanks love Maria

This is such a beautiful and yet sad tale. I enjoyed it very much. Everyone is hurt by life to some degree but the strong find that ability to heal. Kindest Regards, Irene

Brilliant and just an amazing read Mary...so much so that I wish I wrote this piece of art! ((Smile)) and that says alot to me anyway.Please keep sharing as your writing skills and ideas in this one amazed me.I Love the concept and the advise shared at the end....HOW TRUE is is that we all are amongst the 'Walking wounded.'...and if someone isnt yet...they will be once they live long enough. Take Care of U Shelley

Brilliant, you've captured those small pains that cut so deep and the life-shattering moments that refuse to be buried. I felt this poem profoundly. I do think, however, that sometimes we can 'surrender to win' - surrender is not necessarily a bad thing, if it means we surrender finally to the pain and let the tears out that our false pride wouldn't allow. I know you meant it in the 'capitulation' sense. Just food for thought.

A brilliant and wonderful write, Mary..! wow..this is really something!

the common things which we experience brought out by the beautiful touch of poetic words..yes, we are walking wounded, many times not knowing how to heal it and bearing the pain of those wounds and still collecting strength to move forward.....very powerful poem...

Breathtaking. A lesson in life... Your own bible, Mary this is classic. Your so brilliant..... an inspiration. Rogerx.

I like the line 'becoming the Captain of all future voyages'. Inspirational poetry at its best. Thanks. Sincerely, Connie Webb

Mary this is a work of art, if this was a symphony, it would be Bach/ chorale prelude for organ! :) Cheers Anita

I commented earlier. But was re-reading this poem. The first lines speak to me so strongly, Somewhere, sometime, you were Wounded Maybe as early as infancy when you were denied All the essentials of the bonding experience I've had several people in my life like this. My older brother suffered from fetal alcohol syndrome. And I have another person in mind, who just can't connect with other people in the right way. It's not quite what you wrote about, but reading your words caused echoes of memories to rise up. We have so many walking wounded in our world. And we can't always help them, though, we try. Sorry for the double comment. Peace, L&T