Poetry/Short Stories Pain November 13, 2018November 13, 2018 rhythminlife Being numb To being hurt For it’s familiar… ~Susan McMillan (Can a heart get used to being hurt?) Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Then the Hand that comforts comes down and soothes your soul and the pain shrivels away and becomes a stranger Reply
I hope that my heart never gets used to it. That would mean it had closed off.
Then the Hand that comforts comes down and soothes your soul and the pain shrivels away and becomes a stranger