Give yourself time
We barely got over one hurt before they gave us another, sometimes dropping them off at the same time. We would run back and forth between them, soothing one while flaming the other.
We gave them names like “never again” and “only this once”. Some stayed many years while others were fleeting.
Some returned to visit although we kissed them goodbye. We treated some like lovers listening to their incantations,
why me?, why me?, why me ?
We handled them gently as they etched their way into our hearts.
We couldn’t let them go. We studied every detail of their memory, we remembered every drench of sweat they made us work for.
We hated them, and we loved them. We loved hating them, though it was fleeting.
Those hurts came in flavours. Some bitter in the same instant, while others a steady sweetness that faded away, but most came in rancid, simply stinkin’ rancid.
So we worked. We worked until we knew them well. We worked until they did not sting, until they did not burn. We worked until they did not scratch.
We worked until we were strong.
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