Hurt.

It is like your heart being ripped into a thousand tiny pieces.
You have pain. Pain and past hurts.
From so many different things.
Everything. Life in itself causes pain and hurt.
There is hurt and there is pain.
Hand in hand they affect each heart and soul that has and will ever exist.
No matter how old you get, no matter where you are or where you go.
There is pain.
The pain that can take hold some days more than others.
Pain that you can sometimes escape and almost forget completely.
It however. Still exists.
The one thing people do not realize. The one thing people do not consider is this.
There is hope. There is joy.
Joy which transforms itself from suffering.
Hope that turns into love.
The greatest of all these. The most important. The most crucial.
The healing of all hurt.
It is love alone.
Love can conquer.
Without love there is no life.
Life without love is not life at all. It is merely existing.
Love covers all. It overcomes whatever there is to combat it.
It covers all hurt. All pain.
Every scar, every cut that every being is so rightly guilty of inflicting.
Intentionally or unintentionally.
There is hurt. I feel hurt. I feel alone. I feel losst. I feel without.
The hurt and the pain are covered and put away.
But it does not mean that they did not happen. It has become a part.
Part of past. Past that will remain in the past.
The past that does not affect my future and my today.