First, write your hurts on the paper of your heart.
Fold, crease sharply, make a boat.
Carry it in cupped hands; set it sailing
in the burbling creek of the past.
Should it stall in the shallowest part of you,
use sharp sticks of memory and nudge it loose.
Send it skimming over stones, wrongs washed smooth.
It may round bends; if so
break into a run. Keep it in sight.
Cheer loudly. “Boat, made from my heart, sail on!”
You may feel dampness, deep in your bones,
when it lists sideways, taking on water,
the ink of your pain dissolving…
but take heart,
your words will flow red or black
through the riffles, staining a leaf
floating bowl-like downstream. 
Never mind. 
Leaves love the colors of letting go.
Say in a whisper, “The hurt inside me has floated away.”
as the little white heart paper boat
disappears from view.