Attracted To Broken
It lyes there in pieces.
It is painful to watch it struggle.
It fell. And it fell far.
Its been lying there. I know how it got there in the first place. I know it was tossed out. I know someone decided they no longer needed it. I know it got tired of where it was, decided to leave and only had enough strength to make it thus far on its own.
It stopped struggling. Did it give up? I hope it did not give up. It can make it if it does not give up.
It needs help. I can help. I don’t mind helping. It’s what I love to do. I will get closer to where it is and help.
I am concerned and approach with non aggression. As I move closer, it lashes out at me. I am not offended because I know that it is wounded and defending itself. I move closer and it lashes out again. It blames me for its current condition…..but I don’t take it personal, I understand that the pain is doing the talking and it can bring out the ugly which includes false accusations.
The harder it fights the weaker it becomes. Its reserve strength is now on empty. There is no fight left.
It is now a matter of choice.
I extend my invitation…..but it is truly up to it to decide if it wants to accept.
It is all a matter of choice.
I am ready and able to work…it must be willing to put in work also.
The first work it must do, is accept my invitation….the second….it must rest.
Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest