Absorbed

Someone spilled something on the carpet today in my english class.

I'm not a fan of the carpet. It has more dirt in it than actual carpet. There is remains of what it used to be. I don't think it has potential to make a comeback to the glory days.

Or does it?

They placed a paper towel on the carpet to clean up the mess. As the paper towel absorbed the liquid it became more and more stained with its' color. Afterwards there was little evidence of the mess. If you were to look at the paper towel, it would be evident of what had happened.

The towel took the hit.

It's like I am the carpet, stained from years of turmoil, guilt, and pride. And then some paper towel comes along and says,"Hey, let me absorb your stain."

I question the paper towel.

"Why are you doing this to me? I'm stained and dirty. You're clean and perfect."

The paper towel responds in oh so majestic form.

"Don't you want to be clean? I want to absorb these stains from you because I love you."

"But if you absorb my stains you will become dirty and stained!"

"The roll from which I come from is infinitly long, it never runs out of paper towels."

"Ok, but how do I keep myself from getting stained?"

"Pursue becoming like me, follow my ways, and tell others about me."

So here I stand over-trampeled and over-run with dirt. I become aware of this paper towel, tapping my shoulder, ready for me to turn around and acknowledge it.

The towel absorbs my stain. But what if the stain comes back? When it comes back I will look into it eyes and laugh because I do not fear it. For I am wrapped in paper towels, ready to fight any evil-doers.

Together with the paper towel, I am absorbed.