I Am a Broken Bone
These half score years for me have been a war,
My soul a broken bone reset in place,
The girl He made was meant for so much more.
In vain, I searched for naught I could adore,
With those I loved I could not keep apace,
These half score years for me have been a war.
Like vermin, filth, I writhed upon the floor,
O pain, the heat, I dared not show my face,
The girl He made was meant for so much more.
Like paper, silk, myself from Him I tore,
My sickened mind, impenitent and base,
These half score years for me have been a war.
I fancied myself locked behind a door,
Kept from the Light by chains and heavy space,
The girl He made was meant for so much more.
Though not quite mine, I know what lies in store-
After it all, I hunger for His Grace.
These half score years for me have been a war,
The girl He loves is meant for so much more.
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