Hurt

Perhaps only those who have been hurt can feel hurt.

Perhaps only those who have experienced joy can feel joy.

Perhaps only those who have felt the fist of anger

Can deliver that anger.

Perhaps only those who have always known contentment are the ones who can be content.

Unhappiness breeds unhappiness.

Just as joy breeds joy.

And fear creates fear just as

Hurt germinates hurt.

A clock can be turned back;

Ours cannot.

Is there some magical anaesthetic?

No.

The trick,

And it is a trick,

Is to undo the unundoable.

Look back in anger and you turn to

A pillar of salt.

Hang a thick, thick curtain behind you

And look forward.

Leave the past where it is,

Entombed in a sarcophagus of its terror.

Climb out of the hellish inferno

Into light.

Look out, see, and be amazed.

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