Hurt

Hurt

A Poem by Poetic License

When the words don’t come,
When the tears won’t fall,
This is when I hurt worst.

When I try to reach out,
But have no idea what to say,
That is when I hurt worst.

When I shy away in awkwardness,
Returning to silence and hiding,
That is when I hurt worst.

When I misstep and fall,
When I break but stand anyway,
That is when I hurt worst.

When I can’t say the word “need,”
But only that word defines my state,
That is when I hurt worst.

When all I want is to be held,
When the asking is done all wrong,
That is when I hurt worst.

When I want to collapse,
To be weak and frail and broken, but can’t,
That is when I hurt worst.

When everything goes sideways,
Every word said is the wrong word,
That is when I hurt worst.

When I finally give up,
When I withdraw,
That is when I hurt worst.

How does one ask for love?
How does one make that okay?
And not hurt worse for the asking?

© 2018 Poetic License


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Interesting. From one that knew you best, you must accept and believe the love you are given. One man, this man, pledged his life and soul to yours. Perhaps not all was to your script. His life, however, was yours. He only wished to see you smile. Truly smile. Happy. Yet you never accepted it. Always questioned it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


this is surely as you said to sit and bleed the words
you have a unique way of telling how one could go so weak
to a degree like paralysed..though i never agree that
man could come this far so weak..but at times
we feel like this like trapped from all around you
and no way out..though i still say one should always
overcome all thats to come either be so strong
and fight for life or else you were not alive at all
though i love your way its even provoking
i could yell it should never be this way
lovely writing..

Posted 5 Years Ago


You have wonderfully expressed this sad truth of the human personality. It's no consolation but we nearly all know how trapped you can feel - you desperately need to reach out but you suffer in silence.
This kind of writing is really worthwhile because it has something to say about our common humanity.
Well done PL!
Kind regards,
Alan

Posted 6 Years Ago


So very sad, my friend, yet as always with your poetry, so beautiful. Heart-wrenching, sincere, emotive and full of pain. You are truly a virtuoso!

Posted 6 Years Ago


I hear you sister, Tough to be vulnerable when you are in the most need of safety!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on January 16, 2018
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