Throbbing Affliction

Hey, this is my third entry. While writing this, I was feeling kinda.. idk. This may ruin your day, but for those who decide in continuing, you are warned. But I did write a bit of encouragement at the end.





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A constant flow of sorrow. A never-ending river of woe. I feel as if my heart is constantly pumping misery through my veins. My affliction has numbed my senses. My hoarse soul, is unable to emit a cry.

I am struck down, picked up, and thrown away farther. I am a toy, helplessly flung around. Peace seems to cruelly avoid the afflicted. Joy seems to dodge the cries of the hopeless.

Why are the doomed allowed to enjoy such great pleasure? Why are the saved denied such privileges?

I turn my gaze to look for a source of hope, but can only see a vast expanse of darkness. I am alone, walking through gloomy valleys, looking for refuge. I hear a joyous sound, and rush to the source. I see a feast in the distance. A feast of many people, laughing, eating, and enjoying the joy given to them. I run towards this feast, hoping to snatch a piece of this joy, or maybe even sneaking in unnoticed. I run, and I run. As I run, I hit a glass wall. I stand up. Dazed, I try again. I pound on the wall, hoping for someone to see me. But alas, they are too intoxicated in joy to notice my cries.
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This is a little something I wrote on a Saturday. It's about the constant pounding of sorrow I've been going through. It's for the people in affliction, the oppressed, and the hopeless. It's for the lost, the doomed, and the unsaved. But man, I was super depressed when I wrote this. It's just that the idea of a hell, is unbearable for me. It's just that there are people dying from hunger, from violence, and from greed. This is for the people who are denied freedom. This is on behalf of the part of the world who is denied privileges that we take for granted. This is for the people with Throbbing Affliction. This world is messed up.

For those reading this, I will not leave you without hope. As I wrote this, I remembered that there is hope. There is a hope for those of us who have been graciously given the grace of God. There will be a time of rejoicing for the weary. There will be a day when our tears will be wiped away by our savior. You know, I didn't intend to write the paragraph that I'm currently writing. It was originally gonna be a vent I guess. But as I wrote the words, I found a very very small stirring of hope. So I end with this: For those walking in the valleys of gloom, you will be comforted. For those who have hit that glass wall, you will be comforted. For those denied joy, you will be comforted. But for now, persevere, and God will comfort you.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Matthew 5:3-10