TORN

 

 

My heart is torn

My body is twisted

I hang in limbo

Wandering from place to place.

And still I wonder.

When was the time?

Where was the place?

What are the choices I have made?

Why have I made these choices?

Was I right?

Was I wrong?

 

For my heart is torn

My body is twisted.

My brain hurts from pondering

These points to death.

And still I wonder,

Did I make a mistake?

Did I misspeak a word?
Did I breath not quite right?

What choice did I have?
What turn did I take?

Will I find the way?

 

For my heart is torn

My body is twisted.

I am a piñata,

Beaten and bruised.

Here I hang,

Waiting for the first strike.

Did I move the wrong way?

Did my heart beat too fast?
Did I sigh too loudly?

Or did they hear my heart break?

Where is the way?

 

For my heart is torn

My body is twisted.

I am battered and tired.

My soul is scarred and marked.

I stand here alone,

In a room full of others.

Will I ever get lost?

Will I ever be found?

Where is the map,

That will show me the way?

Will someone come find me?

 

 

 

For my heart may be torn

And my body may be twisted

But I still stand strong.

Both feet on the ground.

I see all around me,

The world that thrives.

The darkness fades,

Being drown by the light.

And the way is shown,

By a glimmer of hope.

Lost I am not,

Hope I have found.

 

For my heart may have been torn,

And my body might have been twisted,

I have found the path to healing,

I have found the way to my safety.

The light shows me the way,

Basking me in its glow.

I can see those who search for me,

And hope springs to me again

Leaving my heart whole once more,

My body no longer twisted. 

And me on my ground,

Head held high and proud.

For I will survive.