So torn my soul,
to be made whole,
between two different lands.
So green,
unseen
the anchor chain
forever pulls me home.
While few can see
the part of me
that wished,
I never roamed.
Now,
some how
my joy is sad,
and all I had seems less.
It’s strange the way the heart contests
such actions we deemed best,
back then.
For clarity Dear Lord I pray.
My Hope in all to find a way,
for comfort in a world of tares,
between two lands
that both ensnare,
and I
forever torn.
An elegantly crafted and insightful work.
Insightful!
Beautiful