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AND SO IT HURTS ON….

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Random thoughts of my empty room.
Under my small tin roof, abandoned space.

Sheltered hurt no longer hides.
Raindrops seep through the rusted ceiling.

Water washes and uncovers the feelings. Wound now open for me to see ,extensive the damage has been.

The gash seems small, but the jagged edges do not allow for a clean close.

So I leave it open, I leave it open for all to view, vulnerable cut just waiting to heal.

But it will never heal, not when the scab keeps getting picked on and new raw hurt resurfaces.

And so it hurts on.

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3 thoughts on “AND SO IT HURTS ON….

  1. Sounds like you need to build your self-confidence and desire to explore a different perspective in life. Instead of what brings you down and scared and lonely, focus on your talents and where you want to be in a year from now. There is always a remedy for pain, you just have to find it. God never gives you more than you can handle.

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