a moment from the past

He let his head fall into his hands. His body began shaking as he forced the pain from his body through tears from his eyes. How often he had to feel this same heartbreak, the wound reopened by countless, small, quick slices to the same spot under construction. The paper cuts all combined to eventually tear through any of the repairs that had taken place. No one paid attention to his sign that he was "In Repair" and took their jabs where they saw fit. He couldn't blame them though, he should have made the sign more visible to them. Maybe next time he will use neon paint. Maybe next time he'll scream out when the stab takes place instead of using all his strength to clench it deep within him. Maybe next time-

"For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal" - 2Corinth 4:17-18.