A Tortured Soul

 

I keep waiting for my heart to feel at home
To settle down from the way it wanders and roams 
Permanently stuck in a temporary life
I’m always searching for a better high 
 
Can’t make this knot in my chest go away
Will fear forever have the final say?
I’m losing my mind in this prison of doubt 
I once got lost and I might never be found
 
Holding on to hope I’ve been destined to lose
Don’t be fooled, we’re never allowed to choose
Comfortably numb without any dreams
Ignoring passion in attempt to appease
 
Redemption long ago lost its appeal
I finally realized fairy tales aren’t real
No purpose, no pleasure, just simply mundane
No matter the washing, scarlet stains remain
 
Well, I’m uncomfortable in my own skin
They say my lack of faith is a sin
A tortured soul needs a little grace 
To look in the mirror and face her face 
 
 

 

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