When we’ve been hurt
The chances are
We’ll seek some retribution
And play around with others’ hearts,
Seeking a solution.
For anger that lives deep down inside,
No longer suppressed but open wide
To anyone whose paths we cross.
We’ll make them suffer to
Assuage our loss.
Except, that doesn’t work.
Deeper hurt needs deeper healing,
Some understanding hugs with feeling.
Wounds, if picked, will fester so.
Hatred, vengeance, all will grow
Till fever claims your soul.
Relax, release, resist the urge,
Find another way to purge,
Before you warp your mind.