i am a thistle, growing forth from the dry, hard ground.
i am alone, even the weeds crawl away from my cracked boundaries.
i am unloved, my roots are crying for water, my thorns are begging for rain-
i am fading, my flower will burn tonight, my leaves will dry tomorrow.
my spirit is torn, broken from the harsh heat
crushed by the scorching sun.
i know i am dying-i feel it-
but death? isn't that nothing more than an
impending footstep?
i weep for the beauty i lack, the beauty i never had
and the beauty i never will have.
i cry for the love that should have been mine,
for the friends that should have stayed, for those who left.
but does He love me? the creator who crafted my thorns
who colored my flower, who moulded my roots.
am i too ugly for Him too?
does He look upon this awkward flower and say
"you are beautiful, be glad for thou art mine"?
rejoice my heart; be thou glad again!
laugh amidst the hardened sand and dry winds;
pour forth with joy thou weakened spirit, live!
weep with joy for the opportunity of tomorrows
sing, oh sing, for His love never fails.
and echo His praises till your last unworthy breath.
because i am a thistle, i am not worthy,
i am a fading flower, a dying grass,
but i rejoice because i was loved-
and that made my life worth it all.
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sorry for the long silence. i have been thinking about life and disappointments recently, and college applications and visits have also been pretty tiring. but, i'm glad to be back in this space.
God's been good.
