The pain of your past can't be washed away
Eas'ly, as if it hadn't been there at all.
Leaves a scar on the heart that bleeds ev'ryday
For the chance to forget the screams, your fall
From the piece of mind that ne' was to be.
You're frustrated with the cards you've been dealt;
In those cards lie the source of hate, the key
To all the pain, all the rage you have felt.
I know it's not my place to advise you,
But dear reader... you've been hurt for far too long.
You've let the hurt lead you in what to do.
It's time to cast hurt from you... to be strong!
Do not forget the pain that brought you here,
But to it, don't dare let your joy adhere.
YOU ARE READING
A Sonnet for the Hurting Spirit
PoetryWritten for a cousin of mine, I hope whomever reads this finds some solace in what I've written. "Victims are made in the fires of malice, but survivors are given new life from those ashes..." -N. Woolf
