I am Only a Shell

I am only a shell. Created for purpose, but to no avail. My voice remains quiet while my Spirit yells. Help, me before I fail.

All this time, I thought I heard my own heart beat. But I’ve discovered it was only my Spirit trying to break free. Get these demons off of me. I cannot accept defeat.

I remember hearing the Spirit from age of innocence. My shell of a mind couldn’t make sense of it. So I filled up my mind with thoughts too dense. And used emptiness as my defense.

God had another plan for my life. Full of the gifts (which encompass strife). Prayer isn’t enough; it will not suffice. Not for understanding of an abundant life.

I am only flesh. This world will surely lead me to death. And my Spirit dies too if I don’t pass this test. Like energy, I cannot stay at rest.

All this time, I’ve been in the dark. Spirit lurking, hungry as a shark. God says, “Take your Spirit out of park…” Time for me to make my mark.

Can’t blend worldly and spiritual together. I choose Life; I like it better. But I have die to get there; I’m down for whatever. Ties to earth, I must sever.

I thought I knew myself well. But my voice remains quiet while my Spirit yells. Lord, help me before I fail. I am only a shell.