Poem or something.

Dear I've crawled through despair,
Lungs bleeding, broken, gasping for air
For this old world carves hard lines 

And this heavy weight, it curves our spines.

I've lifted up shattered dreams, 

Broken hands holding torn seams .

And my lips have stung

With all the questions I have flung.

Look at the world, all her lacks

Hope slips unreachable between the cracks

I hold out empty grasping hands 

Asking, begging to understand.

But despite all of my ache, pain, and fear

Something is becoming clear.

I'm learning that I must chase

For pain requires a deeper grace.

If after beauty and grace you hound 

Everything lost will again be found.

All those shattered fragments of heart and soul

Will once again be beautiful and whole.

I stand outside on the soft loam

Crying loudly, "I am not yet home!"

This ache and pain will make me weep 

But I will smile for grace runs deep.

Love has come and laughter follows 

Filling in all of these empty hollows