Striving…Abigail Hall

 

I have been wounded, and I have wounded others in return.

My heart was broken, and I broke it further.

I put hammer to pottery and what I had spent so long protecting,

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I dashed to pieces and left on the ground.

I abandoned my hope, fearing further insult and more damage.

And in that process I wound up with despair, anger, addiction,

slowly and quietly seeping, filling my head with arguments

and my heart with callouses.

Then you reminded me of your rightness, your glory, your purity,

that there’s only one thing worth obsessing over.

You sent messengers to live your love to me, to remind me of the goal, to show me

that no matter what it looks like, not all is lost.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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