James Steigerwald
Good Damage
That life had a purpose for me.
That all the Damage it’s given me
It made me stronger.
I was a vase that broke
And put back together again.
Even more beautiful than before.
I kept searching for that purpose,
But I found nothing.
Then I kept searching—
I found nothing.
And then I kept searching
And still— nothing.
I thought past all that nothing
There had to be something,
But there was nothing.
All the Damage done to me
wasn’t Good Damage,
It was just damage,
And I’m stronger for knowing that.
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