Forever Torn


So torn my soul,

to be made whole,

between  two  different lands.

So green,


the anchor chain

forever  pulls me home.

While few can see

the  part of me

 that wished,

I never roamed.


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.

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About Elizabeth

I am a Teacher/Family Educator, 'would be farmer', potter, Jill of all trades! friend to all........woman of Faith, who loves to write 'spillings' from her heart in the hope of helping another.

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