Your Wound Is Not Your Fault

It had been long now, since I had been hurting.

One day a stranger asked me, what is it that has been hurting you so much? and then followed a long silence.

I left without saying a word. That evening sitting in a park, I was wondering, what stopped me? why wasn’t I able to speak up?

After all I had waited for this moment from such a long time,for someone to ask me at least once, what is it that is hurting so much.

I could have gone on writing pages & pages or kept on talking until I was told to stop. Now you know the amount of things I had bottled up.

That evening I saw a kid sitting on a bench that was just beside mine. The kid was trying hard to open his tiffin box. The kid kept on trying, but alas failed at it again & again.

It seemed that either the tiffin was stuffed with lots of food or there was piping hot food in the box (that is, there wasn’t lot of food stuffed in the tiffin, but the vapor that had accumulated worked in the same way)

That is when I realized that it was this bottle of mine that was filled to the brim, that made it hard for me to say even a single word-to open up myself. And in doing so I tried to run from all those feelings/emotions that were painful & weren’t pleasant.I never had the courage to face it.

Then, how was I even supposed to expect that someday I will heal.

We all have the power to heal, but healing will happen only when we face every thing that is hurting us & by being gentle to our wounds.

“Your wound is not your FAULT, but your healing is your RESPONSIBILITY” – Unknown