Do Hard Things


The words hit deep, 

as they penetrate into the complex ignorance lingering within 

I cannot clear my mind 

See transluecence equivalences admittance,

and to allow my mind to partake in the path revealing my failures

feels more consuming than relieving 

But he seeks for my holy restoration 

The words hit hard 

as the impact clears the debris i've been using to shield me from the truth 

I  cannot clear my mind as to see the truth means opening the floodgates to my tear ducts 

A seemingly inevitatble invitation to pain 

But he seeks only to invite grace

The words; do hard things 

I begin to let them seep, filling every scope of my subconcious 

Do hard things, 

like loving 

like forgiving 

like accepting 

and like confidence 

see the hardest things start within 

His voice has finally graced my ears 

The truth etched into the valves of my heart 

My calling isn't just to love others 

I must learn first to love myself. 


I want to do hard things. 

This poem is about: 
Our world


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