Tear out my heart for it is my enemy.

It sits in my chest like poison seeping through my body and spirit

Without it I cannot live

With it I feel like I am dying

The irony that the Lord has with such a major organ

What do I do now?

My heart aches so.

Help me.

I ask for mercy.

A mercy I cannot have now but later.

What good is this type of mercy?

I will carry on with whatever way is possible

Not my usual routine.

I feel so heavy

Lord I am afraid of sinking further for longer.

Whatever I have done, forgive me

Don’t let me go