Hurt,

Hurt by the circumstances,

Hurt by the situation.

My heart is filled with pain.

Even though I know it’s not my fault,

I still blame myself and cry myself to sleep every night.

I walk in the shadow of who I used to be.

Longing to be understood.

I am a shell of my former self.

My faith slowly fading away in the darkness.

“Mercy, mercy” I cry,

For it is the only thing I know how to do well.

But with the rising sun I shall rise up again and learn,

And be grateful for the experience.

For I shall know that I am stronger and wiser because of it.

So thank you for the hurt.

For I choose to welcome the pain,

I choose to embrace the pain,

And I choose to grow from the pain.