Hey you.
Stuff is going to hurt. A nail driving into timber. Agony for holes. Vacant suffocation. Some days vibrate with gutters.
Life is too hard, you’ll think.
Too hard to feel; to hear sweet sound; to gaze at a sunset.
To be alive.
Hey you.
Things are going to kill. The nail sinks deeper. Bruised psyche. Words on a tongue; a slap in your face; a love that abandoned you; a trust that was shattered.
Life is too hard, you’ll think.
Too hard to fit in; to deal with injustice; to swallow your guilt; to nurse a split heart.
To take the next breath.
Hey you.
Some days are hopelessness. Rusty nail stings. Poison intimacy. Resentment is cancer. Bones like an aching husk. A sunny day is chill.
Life is too hard, you’ll think.
Too hard to let go; to move on; to forget.
To know more pain.
Hey you.
Life is going to challenge you. A scar on your soul. A hollow on the moon. A gorge in a valley.
The pain is now your fabric; a pulse and a past; a flame and a future.
Life is beautifully flawed, you’ll think.
You were always going to fall; to suffer great pain; to learn and replenish; to breathe new energy.
To honor the nail.