Hurt is real
It's not the same as the stinging of a bee
Or the singeing of hot tea
But of the tightness in your heart
You feel it right at the start
Every word takes another blow
You'll feel the need to run and go
But your feet will betray you
You'll stay in place
Hopefully they don't see the tears on your face
You must stand there, choosing not to feel
But how can you fake it, when hurt is real?
Fantastic poem. Selected POD on 20 February 2024. Congratulations
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every word takes another blow.... but your feet will betray you.... excellent!