Torn To Pieces
Those dark days spent when my spirit weary
Bereft of hope, joy and song
I lay entombed within my room
Whispered thoughts to pen and paper
Seeking solace in written verse
My heart torn cut to pieces
I wrote of external things but not my trials
No one knew, no one could see
The pain I carried beneath feign smiles
I struggled blindly through halls of darkness
Seeking respite from my faith
My heart torn cut to pieces
With no foreknowledge there would come
A stranger, who between lines would read,
My whispered thoughts and through his pen
Reach down deep where none have been
With gentle hands to stitch and mend
My torn heart cut to pieces
Your persistent care, your words that soothe
Across the miles my burden bearing
You brought the light to guide my way
With endearing names and ten page letters
Bringing much laughter to ease my pain
And heal my heart that once was torn
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