“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.” John 1:5
“Let the Hurt Girl Speak”
Fiction. Based on a True Place to Speak
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional
Let the hurt girl speak.
Let her talk through the tears and stumble over the words.
Let her gather the courage to expose her vulnerable insides,
The rambling sentences,
Her sticky heart,
The reserved self that she keeps behind closed doors.
Let her unravel the messy tangle of thoughts.
Revealing the dark maelstrom that clouds her mind.
Let her shout out her truth
And roar over the pain.
Don’t hush her voice
Or tell her to keep the words to herself,
Correcting the mess to make it neat and contained.
Let her take her heart to air out.
Don’t silence her when she has things to say
Or become another voice she has to fight.
She is trying to find the truth in the worry.
Let the hurt girl hurt.
Let her feel the thorn in her heart,
The piercing feelings that need to be lanced,
To find out where the pain is coming from.
Let her wade through the rage,
The tears and the sorrow
The shame and the pain.
Let her traverse the tangled forest of emotions,
So she can find the path out
Because the trees will thin and open up.
The morning comes
But there is still the night to face.
Remind her that the pain is real
And that there will be hope again.
Don’t shame her about what she’s feeling.
Don’t sugarcoat the bleeding wounds
Or the scars and bruises.
Don’t tell her that what she’s feeling is nothing
Because to her, it is something that is controlling her everything.
There is a time for joy and laughter
But there is a time for anger, hurt, and grief.
Don’t tell her to swallow the hurt
And keep it bottled up in a dark room.
Let her pass through the fire
Not to wallow in further pain
But so the flames won’t have the power to burn her anymore.
She needs to be allowed catharsis in order to begin moving forward.
The crashing waves need to be acknowledged
To give them shape so they can be overcome.
Let the hurt girl heal.
Let the toxic infection be pulled out
So the wound can heal.
Hold her arm as she regains her strength
And is able to breathe again.
Don’t pick at the scab or pull at the sutures.
Love and time assuage
But both don’t happen overnight.
Give her time to get back on her feet.
The sting will lose its barbed touch.
The tears will stop falling
And her heart will stop aching.
Wrap her up in acceptance and love,
Leading her to the dawning of the new day.
Don’t rush her to be ok
Or return to normal.
She will never go back to the way she was
Because she’s now a different person she was before.
Let the hurt girl speak.
Let her hurt,
Let her heal,
Let her be her.