You may never know what it takes for him to walk that tall,
Long strides, swinging arms, straight back, head high despite the fall.
You may never know the things he’s felt responsible for
Hurting everything he loves and cares about when it was inside, the enemy in his war
When outwardly he lashed his anger and self-hate
Instead of fighting it within himself and setting his heart straight
He once was at the bottom of the mountain, not fighting at all
And the battle is yet to be won, but upwards, he’s begun to crawl.
You may never know how hard a battle it is for him to fight
Or how much darkness he sees inside himself when he now shows light
You will never understand the pit of self despair he was in,
The depth of his depression, anger, hate or sin
You may now see a man who appears good and proud
But what if his heart was covered in a sick cloud?
You may never truly know him, his appearance and conduct outward is a matter of deception
And what if he was the rule and not an exception?
Everyone struggles and fights with something on the inside
Whether their posture shows defeat or boasts of pride
You would not be so foolish then to judge someone based on what they show
Because most people, you will never truly know
- Author: JWKP98 ( Offline)
- Published: February 29th, 2020 09:19
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A very long winded way of saying what the title leads us to expect.
Well established wisdom repeated here. Will it be taken on board by readers who are new to the message contained. I hope so. Our world today seems so superficially judgemental.
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