Bruises. Such a simple word, most don't even consider that it's not just a word. Behind every word there is a meaning, even the small ones we use everyday. Behind every "Bad Dog!" there is a tiny puppy regretting every moment of chewing on the shoe. Behind every "Cancer." There is a weeping family asking why God did this to them. Behind every single "I'm just tired." There are tears lacing their eyes. But "It's just a bruise." Almost can't be described in words, bruises are on all of us no matter how careful we are. Some can be found on your arm, your leg, your heart, they are even deep enough to go down to making your soul black and blue. Bruises have an entire galaxy of pain behind them, a pain that can never be denied no matter who you are. Do these bruises go away? Never. They may fade, but they don't disappear. The slightest bump, the gentlest touch, the weight of a feather, they all can make a bruise that no one would even notice look like a raging storm. If every time you said a word that made their pale bruises dark and you were forced to feel that same galaxy of pain. Would you be more carful about what you said?
