Hurt
Hurt
Hurt comes in so many forms
Losing bruising two souls unwind
Nothing stays still over time
Some say harden up and stand tall
I say soften up is less of a fall
We can only control taught and action
Outside of that is just reaction
Living humble is less of a stumble
No one can know what is going to be
Hurt will always be part of reality
Copyright © Niall Fulham | Year Posted 2017
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