Close your eyes and walk the spikes that stick out from the ground.
Feel the sting of the strong wind,
And dance your heart out.
Laugh at how the breeze cut your skin.
Scream with joy from the wound that it brings.
Because when you’re bruised, you learn.
And in pain, you’re trained,
To be strong, to be tough.
So when you open your eyes,
To the world you are in,
Even loving won’t hurt,
The way it should have been.