Love Wounded

She lay in an open field,

Where in exhaustion she had collapsed,

Too many dark and wounded souls,

Had cut her down with their axe.

The battle scars were many,

Some were seen and some were not,

And the reason for her journey,

Seemed to be long forgotten.

Landing there beside her,

Was a large and curious owl,

And nearly in the distance,

A wolf emitted a howl.

The animals began to gather,

In curiosity or were they drawn?

By unseen forces supporting her,

To rise up and carry on.

Disconnected from humanity,

Covered in their wounded tar,

Disengaged from the gauntlet,

Detachment sent her too far.

The owl put a wing around her,

And a swan approached them too,

The swan also covered her with a wing,

Then a gust of wind blew through.

A shadow then fell over them,

As a dragon was flying above,

The dragon landed beside them,

As well as a raven and a dove.

An angel of healing joined them,

Laying hands of light upon her heart,

Breathing sacred breath into that space,

Pulling out the daggers and the darts.

The knives the wounded threw at her,

Had drained her of her will,

To the point of collapse in a vacant meadow,

Lying cold as death and still.

Parts of her had died away,

And it was time for her to rise,

It was time for her to shed now,

The remnants of her disguise.

Destruction of the old,

To usher in the new,

To heal with light, dark energy,

To bring the sacred through.

To heal the wounds she carried,

To release dead things to the fire,

To rise above the ashes,

With their support she would rise higher.

The knowing of the beings,

From kingdoms all around,

Unspoken in no earthly language,

They knew how to erase a frown.

Ignorance from the land was rising,

Working its way back to source,

And she was meant to be part of it,

As she bravely walked her course.

She opened her eyes very slowly,

Not remembering where she was,

The first thing that she saw there,

Before her was the dove.

The angel gently took her hands,

And helped her then to rise,

When she dared to glance at him,

She saw a smile in his eyes.

They took her to a cottage,

Nestled away in the woods,

To an elderly woman to tend her,

And nurture her back to good.

To take the time to rest,

To take the time to heal,

To return a stronger version of herself,

With stronger energy they could not steal.

She thanked the many animals,

The dragon and the angel too,

A very important message she would now share,

That you must take care of you.

Janine Palmer (Silver Moon)

Copyright 2018

Artist Unknown