I am amazed but I know not why (knowing me) how hurt closes me off sews me up amputates my heart from people I’ve loved.
It seems I cannot get by the rage she vomited on me what she called me her shocking condemnations.
Rage cuts deep wounds heal slow if at all.
Then I find out how she felt hurt and betrayed when I changed and detoured because someone betrayed me.
But I am glad for those detours where I discovered other worlds and became more than I was.
I am amazed but I know not why (knowing me) how hurt can remake and occasion my transformation, how the bad can become the good If I am patient enough and work hard enough to find or make cracks in that wall.