Salt

Go ahead

Rub salt in my wound

It's all right

Add insult to my injury

Feel free

To add fuel to the fire

Step right up

To kick me when I am down

Look me in the eye

Slap me in the face

When I turn around

Be sure to twist the knife

I am very strong

You'll never see the tears

I can cover up

Been doing it for years

I'll take another blow

But I will never scream

I hear the words you say

But they don't mean a thing

Holding all this pain

What's a little sting

So go ahead

Let's do this thing

Oh, and please

Don't forget the salt.

I, like most, am very aware of the mistakes I have made.  I, like some, am my own worst critic.  And as I struggle to rise above my mistakes and adjust my path, I seem to encounter people who can only see where I have been.  People are aware of my struggle.  In an effort to help, they often don't realize that their words and actions intensify the feeling of failure.  My mistakes are not a joke to me.  My mistakes are not something that I can simply brush aside.  And from the hole in which I stand, there is no simple answer.

I know that there are others who feel the same.  So today as I walk my path, I will look at those around me with compassion.  I will offer words of encouragement and kindness.  I will offer a hand with a loving touch.  I will be aware of their pain, brush the tears from their eyes and understand.



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