My Santiago

The hurt, not the pain (16/03/2018)

I can’t put my finger on it, But all is not well in my life, At present, anyway.

I can’t name it, But it’s there,

Not a pain anywhere But certainly a hurt.

A subtle difference I admit, But real, nonetheless, More real - than pain.

All is not well in my life, Hurt birthed by disappointment in negligence of others, Spurred by their, Oh so, overt desires to build egos.

But hurt has pathways, Alternatives; To self-destruct Or

to let go of the hurt, the pain, To let go of disappointment, Of desire, And to understand that

I don’t define my life by the dubious ethics of others.

So whilst all might seem to be In disarray, In reality, All is found!