Hurt People Hurting People
It was never malice,
but momentum—
the gravity of pain
passed on to lofty progeny.
You carried the weight
meant to break you
by design.
No space to fade,
no room to heal,
no crack to hide.
Just an unjust link
in the hefty chain—
of hurt people
hurting people.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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Thank you for sharing this poem. Some people who endure pain try to heal. It takes long for them to process everything.