Torn Between Light And Hunger Poem by April Humason

My spirit trembles—split in two,
The world pulls loud, but I choose You.
My eyes may drift where shadows play,
Yet my soul longs for a brighter way.

Restless heart and sleepless mind,
I search for peace I rarely find.
The flesh is weak, the war feels near,
Yet Heaven whispers through the fear.

A soul once torn by earthly sound,
Now learning where true life is found.
While cravings rise and try to bind,
Your voice is louder in my mind.

Though weakness lives inside my frame,
I love the calling of Your name.
Not perfect, pure, or fully free—
But pulled toward who You're forming me to be.