Army Mom’s Safe Haven


The cuffs of my shirt
are bloodied and frayed
I used to wear my heart
on them,
but along Life's way
it snagged on
rose thorns and
careless lovers,
false friends, broken dreams,
and times I was afraid.

I used to carry
my Poet's pen in
my pocket.
But I have put my bandaged
and aching heart
in my pocket and my
Pen in my hand
I will let my heart heal
for awhile,
and I will write my pain
on paper
instead of in droplets
of red on my sleeve......
for everyone to see
and someone to believe.

©Copyright October 2004 by Christina