Torn

Torn

I laid down the Sword

To pick up the Pen

For there is no better weapon

Then the Word!

I chose to surrender my purpose

To find another

This task was much harder then thought

In the time that had elapsed

The fire that is my soul would dim

Burn to Ash

My brother told me hold on

I was torn

I wanted to let the fire burn out

Though knew I could not

Then I found my new purpose

It was in sight all along

Though by then the fire was not but ash and ember

I was about to extinguish

When I met some one new

She took me for me

Not what she could make me be

Little did I know she would be the spark

The kindling that would give me new fire

I would soon know which I had not known

I looked into her eyes to see an old soul, though she be young

She saw value in me where I saw none

Have I finally ben found?

I know not but without hope and faith what is left?