Thoughts about hurt, hurting. Hurt has many faces. What do I know about it? It can be physical and emotional, it can be your’s or someone else’s.
As soon as we have learned what it is, we do everything to avoid it like the plague but there’s no hiding place, eventually we have to live with it.
Can it be our friend? Perhaps, if anything else fails, I have to make it my friend, then I can live with it, but that’s perhaps easier to do with the physical hurt
than with emotional one.
Anyway, it’s a muse, too.