If false floors and trap doors, <br />and those fences of barbed wire, <br />could not keep me away - <br /> <br />simply let me know how <br />unwanted, unneeded I am - <br />and hope that eventually <br />that might drive me away. <br /> <br />But I'll never stop caring, <br />and this pain that I'm bearing <br />is my privilege, a blessing, <br />like barbed wire caressing my soul.<br /><br />Paula M. Puddephatt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barbed-wire-5/
