The Hurt

Sometimes The Hurt comes rushing in with the force of a tsunami.

Merciless, destructive and with the art of surprise on it's side, it takes you under upon impact.  

You try to find your way to the surface but The Hurt is so heavy, you find yourself sinking, fast.

You are going down and you know it.   

As you tumble, your lungs tighten, your heart aches and the tears fall but in this current, they are uncatchable.   

Instead, you watch them scatter into the chaos, arm outreached as if there was once a chance to recollect them.

This is not unfamiliar territory.

You've been swept up by this before.  

The Hurt has taken you for many a ride.  

By now at least you know the only option is to let it flow over, in and through you.  

You don't bother fighting it.  

The Hurt doesn't lose.

You have to let it take it's course.  

It rushes madly through all of your cracks and open wounds.

It leaves you no option other than to cling and float upon the raft of Hope.

Hope that it passes quickly.  

Hope that your breaks and battle wounds are healing.

Hope that The Hurt won't return too soon.  

Hope that someday you will be stronger than The Hurt.