He Who Hurt Me Makes Me Better

It's a poem passing out this message: that we should make our hurts make us better and not otherwise.

It's painful to know that you can turn out to be such a person.

It's a hard thing to accept we've been all this while friends.

But guess what?

It's good, because I am not hurt.

Rather, I'm happy because I learnt from it.

I will not hate you, so I can learn from it. 

You've only proven one thing: people can not be trusted.

You've made a student out of me.

A student that will need neither to be taught by you or anyone else anymore.

For he who hurts me makes me better.

Yes you hurt me like wheat is being smashed before the grinder.

Like a metal in a furnace is beaten after it's smoulderd.

It feels terrible; yes I know

It's an awful thing; always in me very new.

But I will not pay back.

I will not strike back.

By it you've built a strong wall around me.

Others may grow weak to revenge, but not me.

I will not join them to do the same.

For in my world there is no revenge, but salvage.

For he who hurts me makes me better.

What was done it's serious, but I will not let it ruin me.

It won't control me either; rather it will be briddled like a horse whose rider is me.

You can go on; dust your feet.

For I also have moved on and made it my past.

You can watch in secrecy, but you will not find it in my eyes.

For my eyes have become swallowed by better things.

What you are ignorant of is that, you have not hurt me but makes me better.

Reviews

[Breana Seabrooks]

I really like this. It is true. It's easier to let the hurt someone did to you become a strength then an act of it becoming revenge. Keep it up.

[P Mike]

Hey! Breana, thanks so much. I appreciate it.