The Shell

For me, I want to keep
The life I had before,
Without regard for
What could be.
But what kind of life is that?
Hidden in darkness,
Indulging in sinful past-times
That only lead to pain.
My inner-resolve crumbles—
My old life crashes around me,
Leaving only a shell
Bathed in shadows.
You want more than that for me,
Yet through it all I remain
Undecided.
What does the future hold?
The life I had knows nothing of it
Only You.
As my thoughts tumble
In a rainbow-colored cyclone,
You reach out.
Your mighty hand
Breaks the shell that held me captive.
Shaking debris from my hair,
I rise.
My old desires remain
In the shell
On the ground.