Sometimes We allow our hurt To blind us All we see Are all the things that have ended All we see Are all the people who have let us down All we see Are all the ways the world has wronged us
And we forget
We forget All the things that have gone right All the people we have been blessed with All the people who have loved us And stayed This good These things These people Are bigger More plentiful Still We only see the hurt Because The hurt is far more memorable The torture has been Etched Into the very fiber of our beings With a knife A knife so sharp A simple touch To the pad of your finger Would produce a stream of Red An undeniable scar of suffering Yes, The hurt may be smaller But only In raw amount These unexpected, unwanted outcomes These abrupt endings They leave Marks that are unable to be erased Memories that burn through our skulls And eat away at our flesh Flashes of recollection That rob us of life Pain So deep We can feel it All over our Body All throughout our Broken Bones The open slices, they Bleed Fast and strong and full of confusion, they Bleed And using our shirt, We mop up this Blood This rapid, rising Flood But no matter how many times We wash our shirt The stains Remain
So I ask of you Every time you look down And see one of Those gaping wounds, Your gaping wounds Those gaudy stains Your gaudy stains Please Remember All of those who have Stayed All of those who have Embraced you And refused to let go Don't let yourself be fooled The bad, It has nothing on you. Nothing. Good triumphs over evil Now and for Eternity Don't wade in circles, Trapping yourself neck-deep in a puddle of Hurt Don't sit in self-induced Blindness Don't miss it Just because Your long lashes, your heavy lids, That conceal your soul Have been stubbornly glued shut By you
Open your eyes
I know, The light is bright Take it slow You can do it Open your eyes With the restoration of your sight Will come your heart It's terrifying I know But you're capable Please Believe and See
Because More often than we Recognize Perceive Realize
**Good things happen to good people
Inspired out of some life advice from my 99 year old great grandmother, Marie. She is losing her sight, her hearing, and her mind, but sometimes I am stopped right in my tracks by her unintended wisdom. This was mostly written by me for and to me. But I can't be the only one.