Bind up your sorrow

Bind up your sorrow

Sometimes wounds seep

From a hidden place

And then a storm errupts

Filling your cup with suffering

Overflowing the place

And people see only the demon

In that space

Not the broken heart

Bleeding

Bind up these wounds as you go

Remember to be loving

And take it slow

With all that hurts in you

And let go of the things they say

Or the pain you receive

When they look at you with contempt

Or walk away

Leaving you crying

Just remember they will probably

Never have a clue

Of what you lived through

And so

Who are they to judge?

Be tender to that hurt

And learn the lesson

BurnIng through

Offering the hope of redemption