I don't mean to hurt. These stories, poems are not meant to hurt....no they are a testament to those who have been hurt and have scrambled out victorious on the other side. So leave your pain, your hurt here in this story...leave it with the little girl holding the lantern...leave it with someone who is powerless and cannot control what happens to her, but you stand with that girl, all grown up, strong with a voice where hurt can no longer keep her captive. Hurt can no longer keep you captive. Pain does not belong to you. Let pain die with her youth, your youth. I send healing to you.