A Letter to My Enemy

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I do not pretend to be strong. 
We both know my weaknesses,
You best of all. 
I am mostly blind. 

But I've seen you, and how you fight. 
I've seen the patterns. 
You've tried to destroy me with chaos, 
Depression
Anxiety
Betrayal
Rejection
Confusion
Criticism
Numbness
Apathy
Anger 
Pain 
Lust

And you've won many battles. 
Left me lying on the ground, completely shattered, destroyed with shame. 
Or drugged, wandering in a glittery world of lies. 
Whatever keeps me off my feet and out of the fight. 

But I still keep on getting up,
And trying to fight you. 
I've regenerated a thousand times. 
And each time I stumble to my feet I end up crumbling back into dust.

Because that's where I came from and that's what I'll return to. You know that because you remind me, in between the times you try to deceive me with illusions of perfection. 

But He doesn't do that. He doesn't tell me lies about myself. He kneels beside me and as He reforms me, He whispers, "You are broken, but let Me restore you again now." 

And every time I do, He makes me back, stronger where you broke me. So I just want you to know, 

Keep up the attacks. Break me down. Destroy me. He'll fix me every time, making me stronger and more like Him until you can no longer break me. 

And I am not giving up. 
Because He's not giving up. 

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