This is a short spoken word poem that I wrote a couple weeks ago. It might sound like an extremely personal poem, but it’s not about me. i just wrote it in the spur of the moment. I hope you…whoever you are…enjoy reading this.
Please do not steal this and mark it as your own. If you want to display this poem somewhere else, credit where it’s due.
When the world hands you hurt, don’t run away,
Walk towards it with determined caution
Walk towards it with the hope that you’d fight back the best you can
When hurt puts our battered heart back in place,
We should be thankful it’s still there.
It’s the little things that we never stop to look back and reflect upon
But shouldn’t we?
How else do we learn not to turn the lights off before we know our way in the dark?
Only until we can walk to the next stage without feeling our way around with crutches
Can we truly say we mastered the art of learning from mistakes
But they’ll happen, and some will say “it’s because you got hurt” and others “it’s because you’re hurting”.
hurt will claw at your rib cage
Desperate to crack every single one of them in half
Trying to reach your heart,
Peel it apart
Knocking you over yet again
I’ll walk over with open arms
“I’m not afraid of it”
I’m afraid of the crumbling mess that it’s gonna leave behind, the buildings that just keep on falling, the holes that won’t patch themselves up.
But not it.