Ripped-out broken-bleeding Worn, torn, shredded, reeling... Dazed, lost, and slightly confused, Weary, tired, and feeling abused.... I've gone through hell And back again In the realms of my secret world What I would give to rid myself Of all dark sin to uncurl and Become my brightest, even Under heavenly hot glare Finally feel the diamond dust Cloaked beneath this blackened wear To shine forth the truth God's given to me Without the falling back And have him always fill me up With the love I know I lack.
Reason for writing:
so many times i go into my days with good intentions but end up failing in so many ways....this is just an expression of how i wish i could be a better example to others of love (especially God's love) and truth. It is a heart cry that comes from the very depths of my being. does anyone else feel this way too?
Birth sign: Taurus
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