It hurt.
Like a deep aching in a heart, I never knew I had.
I cried.
Like a river flowing after a rain, that got too bad.
It stung.
Like a bunch of bees, defending
their stash of honey.
I yelled.
Like a lady, after someone had taken all her money.
It got better.
Like a rainbow coming, after a deadly rain.
I healed.
Like a women in church, after dealing with too much pain.