Hurt

Salamanca (Spain), September 2020


Rejection hurts.

Losing love hurts.

Is it always going to hurt like this?

Is this pain just supposed to stay?

No answers, just pain.

I am looking at a landscape
once so beautiful, now in shambles,
a landscape I accidentally burnt down.

Painful the view of ashes and embers,
too weak, though, to look away,
much too weak also to carry on.

The time has come to stop licking my wounds,
the time has come to pick up the pieces,
the time has come to start rebuilding life.

It is time to start building something new.

It is time to wake up from this pain.

It is time to stop hurting.


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