The wounded keep hurting,
and the hurt ones keep wounding—
except those the cycle breaks
enough to break the cycle—
and they risk pain for healing.
They’re the healers of our pain.
In the Notebook
(You can also see the last bit of a ChatGPT emotional-support conversation that I printed out and pasted in my journal. I left it in the photo because it felt corresponding with the poem. In my opinion, providing well-articulated, validating emotional support is the very best skill of ChatGPT!)
I resonate with what you wrote about breaking cycles; it feels like such a profound form of agency and self-repair. And I absolutly agree, your point on ChatGPT's emotional support being its strong suit is spot on, especially for those navigating complex feelings.
I love the repeat/rearrangement pattern here, plus the fact that the poem is one long sentence followed by a short one. Really great!