I return to You time and again
Because I wander;
Because of the hope
And the joy I have squandered.
How can this vulnerability,
This seeping, desperate trust
Clutched while falling,
Be any form of tough?
How can I reintroduce hope
Into this myopic entity
Living in the failures
Of a brief eternity?
How can I hope to be resilient
When I barely stand
As a crumbled ruin
In a forgetful land?
How, under expectation of sorrow,
Can tenderness share
The hope of joy, faith in tomorrow,
Grace that can bear
The weight of every yesterday?
I must change my vision,
And my line of sight.
Tender enough to listen;
Tough enough to fight,
To never recoil
From the pain of what’s right.
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