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He hurt me again.
Not for the first time.
It’s all emotionally too, which are many times worse.
Physically you can heal; emotionally you stay wounded.

I spent another night in tears.
The cool drops ran down my cheeks and slid unto my pillow.
My heart, like my eyes, is swollen
My emotions, like my nose, are stuffed.


I rested my eyes.
I tried to relax the burning sensation that shot through them.
The tears wouldn’t stop.
The sobs kept erupting from the deep corners of my heart.

Then I laughed because I knew it was so foolish to cry
And then I begin to cry all over again,
Because in my soul I knew it wasn’t foolish.

He hurt me again.
I wondered, not for the first time, how I handled it;
Why I continued to handle it.
In the deep corners of my heart I searched for an answer.

I screamed out again.
I yelled at my heart.
I wanted to know and understand so much.
But my heart only echoed my questions back to me…