Profound Words on Wounds
- It is incredibly difficult to love someone despite the wounds and pain they have caused you.
- The wound of feeling occurs when you call out to your beloved with all your heart, yet they ignore your pleas.
- Your actions wound my heart intermittently, as though you were a child, and I find myself akin to your favorite toy, destroyed by your own hands.
- We often yearn to depart when all means of staying have been exhausted; we carry our wounds on our shoulders, heads bowed, and steps heavy.
- Do moments not arrive when your heart aches painfully for something small that you remember shared between us? How can I expect otherwise from you, a person of ingratitude? Revel now, as fate conceals much pain for you.
Phrases About Wounds
- I constantly attempt to mend the cracks you create in our fortress, only to find that as soon as I heal from one, you bring another fire of negligence that consumes the entire wall.
- The wound of feeling arises when you give your love to someone who does not deserve it.
- I have exhausted myself with suffering and pain, firmly deciding to live without you.
- The wound of feeling manifests when you give your love endlessly and receive nothing in return.
- It is a wound to compromise your dignity for someone you love, waiting for them to adorn your dignity with a crown of love, only to find pain and humiliation instead.
- Behind a beautiful smile may lie a significant wound.
- The wound of feeling emerges when tears stream down your face in front of the one you love, and they do not extend a hand to wipe them away.
- Each day, I strive to inscribe my wounds on paper, attempting to convey my withered feelings and emotions. Yet, I ultimately realize that I am merely writing the echoes of my wounds in the sand.
- Do not cry, my eyes; embrace the blessing of forgetfulness. Shedding tears for someone who does not deserve them is the greatest loss.
- If you tear my heart apart, do not speak of love; for love is innocent of betrayal.
- If you love truly, do not falter; for faltering is merely betrayal in different letters.
- Genuine, beautiful love leaves its mark forever, while false love fades into the depths of the wound.
- It is incredibly challenging to laugh while a wound within you cries out.
- Nothing is worse than someone asking for a name that was always accompanied by the words “I love you.”
- I neglected everything for your sake when I met you, yet, regrettably, you broke and disappointed me.
- Our expectations were shattered only by those whom we taught love, who subsequently excelled in applying its lessons with others.
- Before you play with my feelings, be assured that shattered things are challenging to mend.
- It has been a while since I heard his voice, but I remember his laugh and the words that once brought me joy; I miss them terribly.
- Something may break within the soul that a thousand apologies cannot repair.
- Do not weep over any relationship; the one for whom you cry does not deserve your tears, while the person worth your tears will never allow you to cry.
Poetic Verses on Wounds
Below are poignant verses about wounds:
The Old Wound
By the poet Mahmoud Darwish:
Standing beneath the windows, on the street,
I stand on the abandoned staircase,
time knows not my step,
nor the window knows who,
from the palm, I catch a cloud
when a fly falls into my throat,
and on the ruins of my humanity
the sun crosses, and the feet of storms pass.
I stand beneath the old windows,
my role escapes from my hand and the flowers of the garden.
Ask me: How much time has passed until we met?
All this color and death met in a minute?
As I traverse a passage of forgetfulness,
pepper, and the brass sound,
my role escapes from my hand…
in my eye, silence stands in for the truth!
When the wind explodes with Jadia,
sun stops cooking sleep,
and I name everything by its name,
at that time, I will buy a key and a new window
with songs of enthusiasm!
Oh heart deprived of the sun of day,
of flowers and feast, enough!
They taught us to preserve love with hatred!
And that we cover the dew of the rose with dust!
Oh voice fluttering in the moments
of all the flames of song, they taught us to sing, and to love
all that the field produces from grass,
from ants, and what summer leaves on the ruins of a house.
They taught us to sing and hide
our wild love, lest the chanting of love become tiresome!
When the wind explodes on my skin
I will name everything by its name
and I will knock sadness and night with my chains,
my old windows!
The Wound
By the poet Adonis:
The paper sleeping under the wind,
a ship for the wound;
and the perishing time is the glory of the wound;
and the tree sprouting in our eyelashes
a lake for the wound.
And the wound in the bridges
when the grave lengthens,
when patience prolongs:
between the shores of our love, our death, and the wound.
A gesture, and the wound in transit.
For the choked language, the bells;
allow me the voice of the wound
for the stone approaching from afar;
for the dry world, for dryness;
for time carried in a frost carrier;
ignite the fire of the wound;
and when history burns in my clothes
and blue nails sprout in my book;
and when I cry out in the day
– who are you? Who throws you in my notebooks
in my virgin land?
I catch in my notebooks in my virgin land
two eyes of dust;
I hear someone say: “I am the wound that becomes
larger in your small history.”
I named you the cloud,
oh wound oh dove of departure;
I named you the feather and the book;
here I begin the dialogue
between me and the ancient language,
in the islands of journeys
in the archipelago of the ancient fall,
here I teach the dialogue
to the wind and the palm;
oh wound, oh dove of departure.
If I had in the land of dreams and illusions
harbors, if I had a ship;
if I had a city,
if only I had a city
in the land of children and weeping;
I would craft all this for the wound
a song like a spear
piercing the trees, the stones, and the sky;
soft as water,
daringly astonished like the opening.
Rain down on our desert,
oh world adorned with dream and yearning;
rain, but shake us, we the palm of the wound;
and break for us two branches
from a tree that loves the silence of the wound;
the curved eyelashes and hands.
Oh world adorned with dream and yearning:
oh world falling on my forehead
smeared like the wound.
Do not approach, closer to you is the wound;
do not delude me, the wound is more beautiful than you;
and that magic that your eyes cast in the last kingdoms
passed over the wound;
it passed not leaving it a sail
to entice, nor an island.
Reflections on Wounds
Here are some reflections expressing the pain of wounds.
Reflection One
How difficult it is to feel profound sorrow as if it’s lurking deep within you—an aged pain that continues as you traverse the road alone… without a goal… without a partner… without a companion. You and sorrow and regret become a team, and you find your face drowning in tears, as the remaining hope in your life turns into a broken, injured sparkle.
Reflection Two
I am a wounded soul in this world… I always feel that my spirit is broken. Burdens and troubles weigh heavily on me. Who will dry my tears? Who will ease my pain? I have nothing but my pen… it pulls me from the paths of my confusion and my sorrows… from my tears and my troubles… from my despair… from the part of me that weeps. Oh patience… comfort me through the abandonment and the time of treachery… years of my life have slipped away… while I try to gather my spirit and heal my wounds… I wonder when the day will come when this injured soul can rest.
Reflection Three
This has been one of the most challenging and toughest years I have endured, where I learned that nothing lasts forever; everything is temporary—the moments, the feelings, the people, the flowers. I learned that love is about giving your all and letting it wound you. I learned that accepting the reality of pain is the best option.