Healing from wounds

Posted By Editor on Nov 30, 2013 | 1 comment

by Michael Kullik

Healing from wounds

Wounded Child

Crying in Corner

Lost between the years

Crying out Silently
No One Comes
No One Hears

A Prison of Silence
Surrounds Me,
Into an Early Grave.

How do I start
to Breath Again?
Am I Someone’s Slave?

A Wounded Child
grows, As Does
A Wounded Man.

The Wound Becomes My Sword.
Like Tempered Steel,
I am strong again, Oh my Lord.

A Wounded Man Sat
Crying Lost
Within his Years.

Silence at last was Broken
Shattered Wounds Turned
Into a River of Tears.

A Sword of Anger Broke me out,
As I Yelled
Screamed and Roared.

The Prison wasn’t
Mine at Last
It Was Yours.

Michael Kullik is a teacher, professor, singer, and published poet. He was first published in 2000 in a book edited by Jill Kuhn called “In Cabin Six”. He has run writing and drumming workshops and retreats for male survivors of abuse.He has also volunteered his time running a group for survivors from 1999 to 2004.

– is a deeply personal issue that everyone decides for himself. Sometimes the price is high, sometimes low. But this is not very important for life. Life is an interesting thing. And the price on Viagra – too.

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