Treasure Island

Lawrence S. Pertillar

(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Face It For What It Is


A hurting felt doesn't hurt less,
When one pretends an ignoring it...
Will make it end.
Nor does a kept bitterness self inflicted,
Helps to diminish a refusal to forgive,
If one doesn't feel the anguish...
Or admit the pain.
No matter what or who it is,
The one who hurts wishes felt the same.
Many do this and still nothing changes.

A hurting felt doesn't hurt less but remains,
When one pretends an ignoring it...
Will make it end.
Since a pain felt to end,
Has to begin with one being honest...
To face it for what it is to confront.
Until it isn't there anymore,
To welcome as if it should stay valued.
Since time will find a reason,
To forget a hurting that eventually goes away.

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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