Torn

I’m torn between two worlds, I’ve been changed into different moulds I’ve become an unknown being In a world of unseen meaning. I’m torn between two kinds of love, One that shook me from hurting thereof, Another that showed me undeserving grace That brought me to an unseen embrace. I’m torn between two different scenes, A scene of lust and passion, And another of forgiveness and compassion With a hope of many better dreams. I’m torn between the love of a Father, And even by the love of another. Confusion has struck me down, As my heart begins to drown. I’m torn apart, little by little; My heart screams, being so brittle. Where do I go? What do I do? Even with this heart, broken in two. I’m torn, yes, my heart is torn, Enfolded in piercing pieces of a thorn My heart aches; my body shakes As I’m reminded, of my many mistakes. I’m torn, yes, I’m torn And yet with this heart of mine I hope, even if I do mourn I hope, even with this storyline. I’m torn from this brokenness within me Yet I’ve begun to see, That there’s something more than being This woman; broken, hurting and bleeding. I’m torn, so I begin to stand With all that I am, on this land I shiver, I break in sweat; But I stand, and fight every threat. I’m torn, yet here I am A shuttered piece of clay Even in the hands of the Lamb Who began anew, and with no delay. I am not torn...I am new.