It hurts ...

Sakwa Franc

Hurt is a deep and painful wound
That cuts through the soul like a knife
Leaving behind a trail of tears
And a heart that's heavy with strife

It's a feeling of betrayal and loss
Of trust shattered into a million pieces
Leaving us feeling broken and alone
And longing for a sense of release

Hurt lingers like a dark cloud
Casting a shadow over our days
Making it hard to see the light
And find our own healing ways

But in the midst of all the pain
There's a glimmer of hope that shines
A reminder that we are strong
And can rise above the hurtful lines

So let us embrace our wounds
And let them teach us to be strong
For in the depths of our hurt
We will find the courage to move on.

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 29th, 2024 01:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • 2781

    For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to compare with the glory that will be revealed in us.

    • Sakwa Franc

      Though outward we appear as if we're wasting away but inwardly we are being renewed day by day

      • 2781

        Who shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself.



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