Heartbreaks are never okay
They are not bandaids for your challenges
They do not exist to heal you from pain
They serve no purpose to guide
They play no roles in your future healing
Some may preach the use of more destructions
Hoping to cover freshly made wounds
That could be you
But that's not the real you
Freshly made wounds
The things we attempt to hide
Piles into rooms filled with explosives
Waiting for the right situation to implode
The pain you are trying to hideaway
Continues to linger in tickling time
Til we find the courage
To make sorrows and agitations
Into poetry music and paintings
Til we recognize
That no hurt individuals should be left alone
To suffer in misery corners and darken valleys
That no hurt individuals should be unloved and uncared for
Until we all fully recover
May we be able to find the courage
To uncover all secretly buried sorrows
Pandora boxes of traumas unknown
Can we communicate the real essence of humanity
One that is endowed with boundless unconditional love and mutual support
One that carries no freshly made wounds anymore
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