Wholly Broken

Have you ever felt your life in a thousand different ways pulled?

Like you can have my heart, and you? You can have my soul.

I’ve just been stretched so thin I don’t know if I’ll ever be whole again.

I gave you my sight

Because of the beautiful things you had.

I gave you my hearing

Because of the wondering songs you sang.

You took my gentle touch

When you were gentle no more

And you took my virtue

When you said I was a whore.

Now I’m patiently waiting—crumbled, broken, and tossed—

For the you I haven’t met yet, to gather all the things I’ve lost.

Bring back my sight so I can see you,

My ears so I can hear you,

My touch so I can feel you.

And maybe then, whole again,

I think that only then,

With all those things restored,

Will my heart and soul rejoice and

Love can be reborn.