Sway

I feel like I am trapped in the wrong life,
begging to be heard and felt.
Wondering why I never feel safe,
amongst all the strife.

What would it take, to keep me from self-destructing?
Against the crashing waves of pain.
Are they meant to be a fight,
that is never-ending?

I wonder why I have these feelings,
that are constantly at war.
With the image that You see,
and the ones I can conjure while kneeling.

I give myself up to despair,
hoping that I will start to heal.
When there are enough holes in me,
that I can start to repair.

Or maybe the holes in me will give way,
to the bright soul inside?
Exploding into a wonder,
of stars and music which makes you sway.