Ode To Hurt

We cannot just close off hurt;
This is as absurd as trying to cram
An already full cupboard
With one too many of multiple toys
Destined to remain unplayed,
A little mouldy here, a little frayed
Around the ears. For hurt
Is always stronger for us,
And eventually, as inevitably
As fir cones on a forest floor,
The cupboard doors open
Not with an announcement,
Not with a crash of cymbals and drums,
But a quiet undoing in the night,
So that on awaking, everything,
Everything has departed the mouth
Of that destitute space,
And there is nothing left to say.

This is why we watch each other
From across an indifferent room
Where strangers are in a hiatus,
We may as well be further away.
No, it is better to leave these remains
And sometime purchases from shops
Now closed, where people worked
Who now are dead, and businesses,
And love, oh how we live,
Where living brings an end to death,
But hurt there, dressed and exhaling,
Looks at itself in a mirror, and begins.

4 thoughts on “Ode To Hurt

  1. Wow, I really like the ending (or should I say beginning?…), the way, after the gradual fade from the actions and heatedness into neutrality than nothingness, hurt suits up, is just now birthed, when it is supposed to be all “over” with. I love how the fallen fir cones takes us from the toy cupboard with silenced toys to a larger, more desolate silent (inner or distant or both) place – powerful imagery and metaphor. To me, living to bring an end to death means when we simply must do the next right thing to keep going… The “us” in “For hurt is always stronger for us” made me feel a connectedness, though, with the narrator, as if he and I, stranger souls, were less lonely because we were going through (or have gone through) the “same” thing.

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    1. You’ve seen in to exactly what I was trying to express through metaphor and imagery.🙌🏻🤗 I think hurt is a universal experience linked to so many events and emotions. If a positive coming out of hurt is to be mindful and able to effect change then that could be a positive, although I’m not sure the narrator of the poem has reached that point yet, but is instead still in an inertia or limbo between loss and moving on. 🙏🏻😌

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