Worthless

For the "worthless."

To look upon that is disturbing. It makes me feel odd inside, it disturbs my heart, my mind. My thoughts are disrupted by this little thing on the ground. It is so insignificant that it was tossed aside, yet it stops me in my tracks, capturing my thoughts and heart with a sickening grip. It is merely a piece of trash, an empty, crushed cup from a fast food restaurant. But as I stare down at this piece of garbage and feel as it impales my heart and mind, I lose all hope, because looking down at that forgotten, worthless, empty, destroyed little piece of trash is like looking into a mirror.

There it is. I stop in my tracks and stare down once again at this ruined little piece of trash. I had looked at it so long ago, it feels like, but I know that it really was not so very long ago. I gaze down, and see what I thought I used to be. I see that trashed little cup, and I reach down, pick it up, and hold it over the trash can, looking at it for one last moment before I let it fall. I am not that cup. I am more. He showed me, by loving me, helping me, dying for me. I’m worth more than that, or else I wouldn’t be important enough for someone who can make galaxies to die for. Maybe I wasn’t what I should have been, but as long as I’m alive I can fight to come closer to what he wants me to be, it’s the least I can do, and I’ll do it with everything I have, because he loves me more than I could ever earn.

His light shone down on me, and I fell to my knees, crying out my sadness, and in my joy for his love. I surrendered myself to him, thanking him for saving me from myself. I could not take it alone, but he picked me up, dusted me off, bandaged my cuts and held me as I wept. After he saved me, though, it was not easy to get rid of the darkness. He was going to cast out the shadow, but only if I let him. The rot was deep inside me, and I didn’t want him to pull it out because it hurt, but eventually I let him. I opened my heart, allowed him to work in me, and it was not easy. It hurt, he pulled out the darkness from deep inside, but he replaced it with light, and I don’t regret it. What he did for me was more than worth the small pain I had to suffer to accept it. Now I’m back on my feet, and, while I might be knocked down again, I know I can’t lose, ‘cause he’ll always pick me back up and set me back on my feet.

Author's Note

Reviews and such greatly appreciated, thank you.

Reviews

[EternityWolf101]

I'm not a believer in God, but I still think you have some decent words here. Good job.