Nourishing the Hurtful Ones.

A thought that just popped into my mind from a little couplet poem I wrote a while back.

That girl who is the subject of the latest gossip,
That boy who wants to kill himself.
That man who has been cheated on.
That woman who has just been raped.
That mother whose child has just been murdered.
That father who is a victim.
The ones who are pained.

Behind every suicide attempt,
Behind every act of self-mutilation,
Behind every plea for help,
Behind every person that struggles,
there is a wound.
And with a wound
comes a need of healing


That girl who bullies.
That boy who makes rude remarks.
That man who steals.
That woman who back-stabs.
That mother who screams.
That father who abuses.
The ones who cause pain.

Behind every stab,
Behind every slash,
Behind every insult,
Behind every wrongdoing,
there is still a wound.
And with any wound
comes a need of healing.

Even the ones who hurt
are in great pain.
Even the ones who inflict pain
have wounds themselves.
Even the ones who are the cause of misery
are drowning in their own depression.

And even they need love and compassion.

Look into the eyes of the hurtful,
and shower them with love.

With any wound
comes a need of healing.