The Hurt Place

If the GIVER of hope wept at the loss of a loved, let us not be ashamed to do so as well.

John 11:35 – If the GIVER of hope wept at the loss of a loved, let us not be ashamed to do so as well.

This was written for those who’ve just been delivered the death blow. The knee-buckling news. I’m beyond this stage of grief at the moment, but my heart is heavy for those who are here, in the place where the only sensation is hurt.

Everything ventured
Nothing gained
Only darkness
Only pain

The hurt place is where
I’m all alone
I just can’t do this
On my own

I can’t be happy
I can’t be brave
Bury me with you
In the grave

My tears will flood
The earth and then
You’ll rise back up
And walk again

When morning comes
You’re still not here
I’ve never felt
This much fear

Leave me be
To lick my wounds
My heart is shattered
Left in ruins

Perhaps someday
I’ll laugh again
But I don’t know how
I don’t know when

The marks of grief
Have stained my face
I’m resting here
In the hurt place

One Response to The Hurt Place

  1. Robbie says:

    Truly sorry for your recent losses. Grief sucks.

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