Lost Within a Shadow

a torn and tattered journal
lays discarded on my desk,
worn out by my discomfort
hiding behind a life grotesque.

words, lost within a shadow
beaten by a rhyming curse,
searching for true expression
desire missing in my verse.

longing for a new story
while still living in the past,
corrupted by my yearnings
meaning rushing from me fast.

hypocrisy creeps up slowly
bleeding ink upon my page,
metaphors with little substance
performing on a false stage.

a torn and tattered Saviour
lays discarded by my pride
left out by my discomfort
hiding behind what I've tried…

precious words, found through His love
nourished now by His compassion,
filling my empty pages
with Jesus; love's true expression!