heal the hurt by Elizabeth Califano, ’28
sometimes it’s hard for me
to understand myself
to understand my own thoughts
to speak them out ever so mindlessly and
try to feel for a meaning,
fumbling for a light switch in the dark
scanning the wall and reaching out
searching for some direction
some way to see clearly
trying to decode my own riddles
i can’t grasp my own concepts sometimes
but i can when other people
struggle with the same
things
i do
i find a way to understand
i find a way to give the advice that i can’t take
i find a way to feel
i find a way to think as clear as the caribbean
i find a way to help
and find the answers to puzzles all my own
id rather heal other people’s wounds than stitch mine
i’d rather help than be helped
play the role of the wounded healer
removing the burdens from everyone else and taking on more as i go
id rather solve other people’s problems than acknowledge the ones that i’m forced to face
id rather live knowing that i made a difference
i’d rather wake up the next morning knowing i helped someone find a reason to stay
even though i have my own battles to fight
it never hurts to help someone struggling
because maybe the advice that i can’t take for myself
is the advice that they need to hear.