Where do you go when you’re hurting?

Within. Without. Yonder?

Where?

Do you take a bus, walk, sit and close your eyes to get there…or do you find yourself there at dawn, restless, nostalgic, but conscious of how much you’ve done to stop hurting but nothing has worked?

Tell, me…

Where do you go when you’re hurting?

For, the place you seek solace can also be your prison…so, tell me, for my soul yearns to know, to listen to another soul that’s been where I am…

And in all you do, would you please do me a favor?

Wherever it is that you run to, I hope you never let it dim that light in you, because we need it.