Hard, wooden face
You tell me moving stories
I’m not moved       
 Motionless
Emotionless
Like a tree
It’s not that I’m tough
Or heartless
I’ve cried so many times
Now tears don’t come
Even when they’re supposed to
I’m not bitter
I’m grateful
To God for all the trying times endured
Some show gratitude to God
The instant He does something for them
I like to keep my gratitude
Chopping it into pieces
So I can distribute to many
And tell them how good God has been
To me
For all the times I’ve fallen
And He stood by me
Offering a helping hand
When I thought it was all finished
He said it was just the beginning
Of a beautiful story, with many unread chapters

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