Forever and More

Here I sit on the floor,
Bathed in pain that feels forever and more.
Lying at my feet
Are the broken pieces of my life,
Cut from chaos, forged in strife.
How will I be put back together again?
When I don't have the bond, I don't hold the pen.
I take each piece, tell it goodbye,
Knowing each is a sacrifice, necessary to die.
With each farewell, the pain becomes more,
Until I don't feel my heart beat within its core.
But there is a hope that glints off each piece,
It mirrors a Light that can never cease.
That Light has the bond, holds the pen,
To put my life back together again.
Broken I may be,
But destroyed I am not.
The Light has the last say,
For it with His blood I have been bought.
Forever and more He will be my Light,
The bond, the pen, and the giver of a new life.