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.
Copyright © Gracie Velia | Year Posted 2018