We probably don’t need to be reminded, every day, people in this world, in this life, are hurting. Even yourself. You can feel it, some days more than others. Most times you are able to get past the doubt and delusion for a little while. Most times. It comes back. You know. You don’t need to be reminded, but you are. Often. A scrap of paper, a certain date, a song from a passing car, can easily evoke feelings of anger, of discontent, of a pain greater than discomfort. It’s there, in the pit of your being. Cracks flow deep beyond the surface. It is ugly, and unwanted. A true hurt. A scar slices deep into the marrow of your existence. Fractures and faults. You know hurting, or inching your way through the pain, can make you stronger. You are not sure how. Or when. You do not know why. You know it hurts, and you hate to be reminded. How strong do you need to be? How do you find empathy? How is it you can see circumstances have changed over the years, but not the cause of the pain. All that remains is the hurt.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
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