A tearstained poem lies on the lord's table...

What to do, when in you I see

A broken, forgotten peice of me.

In darkness I have lived and breathed

Thought it was a part of me.

Then you came, on blinding sun

Wrenching me from my kingdom come.

What to do, when in you I see.

A mangled, injured peice of me.

In darkness I have lived and breathed.

Thought it would set me free.

Then you came, key in hand

Giving me a promised land.

What to do, when in you I see.

A tender, fragile peice of me.

In darkness I have lived and breathed

Till it was torn from me.

Then you came, on sliver wings

Sharing all the little things.

What to do, when in you I see

A gentle, loving peice of me.

In my darkness I lived and breathed

Until you came to set me free.

Please smile my dear, do not weep.

You keep that broken peice of me.

A/N First attempt at making a poem. Enjoy reliving some trauma.