It Only Hurts When You Let It
It only hurts when you let it. I used to be the living example of the words to Shania Twain's song: "It only hurts when I breathe." I'm becoming stronger. I need to be. It's called self-preservation...and I need to survive.
It only hurts when you let it. Will I be liked by everyone? NO! That thought in itself used to KILL me. The need to please and be liked by everyone would make me unable to say no to things people would ask of me. I didn't want to lose face. I didn't want to disappoint. I didn't want to offend. I'm still like that....but I'm working on it.
It only hurt when you let it. What others think of me....doesn't define who I am. It used to. That related to my poetry as well. I'd try to write what's kosher. In particular, my sensual writes were and are a source of torment at times. Judgementalism still stings. It only hurts when you let it.
Yes, it only hurts when you let it. I will TRY not to give anyone the satisfaction of bringing me down through their criticism, prejudices, and yes, even through their neglect. If I'm not read or congratulated or applauded, I won't let it get to me because it only hurts when you let it.
This is a big step for a sensitive soul. However, I'm taking that step. I'm tired of letting it hurt me, but here's the thing: It only hurts if you let it! :)
Eileen M
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
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