A better shape of Me

Once I was broken,

Once I was lost,

There was a time

When wounds were open

And lines were crossed.

Once I was crying everyday,

Once I could see no other way,

My mind was wrapped

In holy lies,

My heart was trapped,

My dreams were capped,

But they couldn't close my eyes.

Sometimes a blessing,

Sometimes a curse,

My eyes wide open, kept on guessing

The beauty of my universe.

Each open wound, a scar to be,

Each line that's crossed, a way to see

The path that carves in truth and strength,

A better shape of Me.

With every shape

My heart grows stronger,

And thoughts of cowardly escape,

Are gone, and I no longer wonder

Was I at fault or was it faith.

Once I believed there was no hope,

My hands were tied but I could see,

These ties were nothing but a rope

I'll use to climb to where awaits

A better shape of Me.