When you allow yourself to think too much; some things can hurt… A strong heavy wall was stacked up brick by brick do to previous invasions. Hurt is one enemy that still, without subside, tries to climb the levee. Hurt can make one feel small. It can make one feel unimportant or even unworthy. Hurt has some power, and it begs permission to enter. Though, the Queen’s house is guarded. The treasured heart is sheltered and out of immediate danger. Her defenders are well selected. They completed tough training, and can hold plenty by now. But it’s not quite enough. No matter how high the wall or strong the guardians, Hurt finds a way to squeeze in. It roams the hallways… looking… searching for a piece of the Queen’s spirit. And when it finally makes that rip, ouch, does it hurt. It hurts just the same, just like before, just like its meant to. No matter how many times, no one ever gets comfortable with the pain of Hurt.