pursuit

My worst nightmare has become reality,
Like a scene right out of my own personal hell
I twist, I turn, but there is no where to go
Except to follow the pain into the darkness & depths of my soul

Taken to a room with old wounds reopened and fresh ones digging in deep
I ask, God why have you done this to me, how can you be so cruel?
Maybe this is where healing happens, how I don't really know
Perhaps there is even beauty in here that was hid so long ago.

I am spent, I am done.
Not a queen, I am a peasant girl who longs for the beauty of love.