February 2017

Wounds by Helen Sherwin

As a soldier returned from war I am wounded.
Not by weapons nor explosions,
But your words have wounded me,
In a way only those closest to me can see.

You took the place of God,
When you used your power to pull the rug
Out from underneath my once steady feet,
And the house from over my head as well.Read More →

I See Beauty by Helen Sherwin

Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
Imperfection before perfection,
The wounds from the battle field
marking your face,
The haggard life
of a once beautiful wife,
Fading years,
Tear after tear stained eyes,
Lines –
where they shouldn’t be,
for someone so young.Read More →

You are Welcome Here by Helen Sherwin

I know you think you’re not welcome but you are,
I miss you,
Fear grips at my insides when I think about what might have happened to you,
I am waiting,
I am longing actually,
Longing for you to come into my line of sight,
At that point I will start running,
And I won’t stop running until I embrace you.

I’m here again outside the house by the gate,
Watching for you,
Waiting to see if you’ll come,
Your brother thinks I’m mad to do this each day,
That I’m torturing myself.Read More →