Hurt...

Just thinking of how a pearl is formed...

When an oyster is injured, or when a foreign body enters its mantle, it secretes nacre and gradually, layer by layer, grows into a beautiful shiny pearl...

So in essence, the oyster transforms its hurt or pain into a thing of beauty...

And then I think of all the times when I hurt - perhaps because of you,

Or even in spite of you

And I feel that I have grown yet another layer to shield my heart

And perhaps one day it will be like a giant shining pearl

But all dead inside...

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