Let It Hurt

Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal.
And let it go.

Sonnet:
Let the bitter chest hurt,
Let the unseen pain bleed,
For life goes on, even without a reason,
And love, like a flower, is reborn in the past.

Let the well-marked time heal,
The wounds of the heart, in a brief setback,
For the soul to find peace in its faith,
And mourning becomes a dream already forgotten.

Let the evils, the wounds,
For life is brief and must be lived,
On the banks of what the wind brings us.

And even if love is gone, lost,
In the wake of a smile already suffered,
Hope is renewed at dawn.