The Hurt That Visits Poem by Lovelyn Madriaga

The Hurt That Visits

If hurt of the past
comes today,
it may tinge a little,
linger a little.

Take a deep breath,
look it in the eye,
perhaps even smile,
and nod at its presence.

For a hurt of the past
will always be as is—
a part of what was,
and never of what will
if you don't let it be.

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