Hurt

When we do something 

Hurtful 

We are merely spilling over with hurt and spite. 

We have so much of it

That we can't contain it anymore

It spills...

Messy, hot, smelly, angry, ugly

And as it spills, it also sticks.... leaving a burning trail that coats us, 

A trail that is all of those things

So we too turn hot, smelly, angry, ugly, messy.

Gnarly tough substance coating us, 

Paralysing us

Until it's hard to move anymore

It looks tough, shiny and hard

When it is really stubborn and sneaky

Difficult to break off us

Covers everything beautiful beneath it

And we start to hate what we see 

When we look in the mirror.

How to carry on without the sticky, dirty mess all over ourselves?

How to avoid the ugly mass from coating our beautiful selves?

We talk to listen, 

We listen to seek 

We seek to understand 

We understand to forgive.

Then,

We feel all the feelings

We reflect on the feelings 

We talk, and we write and draw our feelings 

We sing and dance our feelings and we roll in the feelings allowing the feelings to wash over us and then seep in, and melt away all of the ugly, gnarly stuff.

We use our feeling words and we talk things through.

And then we move on... 

I never said it would be easy!

©️ Rebecca Manari

3-1-2021