To Fix Me
I am broken. Emaciated, in pieces.
A wandering soul,looking for release.
Disappearing,slowly,to be no more.
Like a shadow,with no reflecting light
seeking hope among the darkness.
A shadow,with no form, no purpose.
A flower,with a broken stem.
A song,with no music,no voice.
A memory,that never was.
Is my immortal soul worth fixing,
when my heart is already broken?
Are my sins already forgiven?
If not,Does this count as penance?
The realization of one's mortality
makes the mountain worth climbing,
Making it harder, ever more taller.
Leaving my feet raw, my hands tired.
Should I just believe in impossibles ?
Should I let go of what was? To trust.
Trusting in mercy and compassion,
trusting,that God will fix me.
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