Hurt Bends Its Knees

gray0328

 

I have learned to hold pain softly,  

like a bird with fragile wings,  

knowing that flight begins in breaking.  

 

I have watched sorrow light up,  

its flames illuminating darker rooms,  

teaching shadows to sway like dancers.  

 

To love is to walk the razor’s edge,  

sharpening the burden until it hums,  

turning ache into the melody of longing.  

 

We stitch together moments of contradiction,  

threads tearing just to mend again,  

the fabric stronger for its fraying scars.  

 

Hurt bends its knees to love’s persistence,  

folding into corners of the human heart,  

until our wounds are gardens in bloom.

  • Author: gray0328 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 22nd, 2025 04:06
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  • sorenbarrett

    There are some very good lines in this poem including the whole last stanza. Nicely done

    • gray0328

      Thanks brother

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome Gray

      • rhmn_7

        That last stanza has some striking power, really enjoyed this one Grayo!

        • gray0328

          Thanks Rhmn I appreciate your feedback

        • Katie B.

          Lovely!!

          • gray0328

            Thanks Katie I always appreciate your feedback



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