You Break Me to Re-Create Me

You break me to recreate me. Twisting, grinding, snapping, tearing. I feel it in my bones the very sensation of your healing hands moving myself out of the way. In and out and through my fibers and tissue. I let you, I beg to come into my death and breathe life into the very ashes of my soul. This shallow life longs to have weight, a purpose, a destination, a destiny. Define me. Shape me. Rip me in two. Come, do what you have to do. Break me to recreate me. I will not stand in the way. Free me. Release me. Let me soar. I beg you come into my life and breathe a new rhythm. Let my heart beat to a new drum, a new sound, a new roar. He is on the move in me.