It took time, but I dug up that heart-choking chain;
With strangled strength, I rip-tore it from hardened earth,
Long-buried beneath our compacted clay of pain.
On e’ery guttural grip, I tried each link’s worth;
Hand-o’er-hand, I drew, by knee through torn terrain,
Until I pulled up hard on its bitterwood berth—
One herculean heave: shards fell like clanging rain.
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Oh my – that is herculean
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Thank you, Raili. Unfortunate that such strength is often derived from being so broken. Better to be strong on the front end…but, of course, that also requires wisdom…something else we tend to more come by in and through brokenness. Bottom line is that it’s unavoidable that we be broken to grow and, though it’s uncomfortable, perhaps it’s an aspect of life we’d do as well to embrace as lament.
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It’s in the broken-ness our greatest lessons and learnings lie. You might enjoy reading this – https://jamesradcliffe.com/2015/10/05/everything-is-broken-a-message-of-hope/
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