Lyrical prose about wounds that don't always lead to badness.
Your finger is bleeding. You may want to get mad at whatever makes your finger bleed. Getting angry can never heal wounds. Sit at the end of the night, cry. It heals you more in silence than screaming which only consumes your energy.
You're still in pain. Look into the future with fear, but you just need to be sure there is still happiness left for you.
The time to recover is not completely a relief. One more phase. You have to remove the plaster or bandage which hurts too. Dare you to step up to pick up change or endure pain?
At the screams of pain from the previous days, I know you are cursing at life.
It is okay. It's okay to feel not okay. But I only ask you to open your eyes and heart, that there is still a blessing if you will accept it. Will you?
With the wound that you managed to heal, you just understood that the wound has led you to a better life, at least it makes your heart more like a human.
When your heart is bleeding, don't close your heart to life. Make the screaming midnight the door of blessing to enter your sincerity. Don't stop being a kind person. It's just a little hurt to receive so many blessings, for you, only for you.
