Poem #129

There’s only one way to conquer your pain.
Find comfort in it. Take it as a sign that you
still feel, that there’s still fight in you.
When you hurt, you breathe.
When you hurt, you are forced to find healing.
But when you are numb there’s nothing left.
Hurt. Yell. Break. Mend. Hit lower than bottom
and build a staircase from scratch.

6 thoughts on “Poem #129

  1. Loved this, Luna! It reminds me of a quote from the Divergent series,
    “Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage.
    But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other.”
    -Tobias Eaton

      1. My pleasure, Luna!

  2. This poem is do powerful! Thx!

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