A Villanelle

Hurt people hurt people, or so they say,  

And ignore the hurt from the kindly face,  

And she arrives, once more, where she once lay  

But she builds: a feeble warmth, every day,  

And sometimes falters, even falls from grace:

Hurt people hurt people, or so they say  

And sometimes, nothing seems to ever change,  

But wounds heal and scars fade without a trace,  

And she arrives, once more, where she once lay  

Begins again, once more into the fray,  

And so it goes, and grows, and now with pace.  

Hurt people hurt people, or so they say  

But her love, her hopes, her dreams, now betray  

Perhaps there is no room for her within this space  

And she arrives, once more, where she once lay  

And she yearns for her mind to disobey  

And she yearns for some safety to embrace  

Hurt people hurt people, or so they say  

When she arrives, once more, where she once lay.