The First Cut

By John A. Wilson

My son, I know how you’re hurting,

For I too have loved and lost.

I have hung my head for endless days

And in bed I have turned and tossed.

But losing at love, no matter how deep

Does not mean the end of your world.

You will rise again to your former heights

And shine like Old Glory unfurled.

What you’re feeling now is a painful wound

But the scar that it leaves will be small.

Your heart will recover and beat strong again

Like it was never wounded at all.

While it is true that the first cut is deepest,

Surviving it will make you more strong.

So the next time you’re hurt, if ever again,

The healing will not take so long.