Shivering Once Again

Sometimes I wonder what in the world have I done with myself. I see myself in the mirror and look for a fragment of somebody I know, but all I see is a shell I've lived in for eighteen years. Just simply a shell, this body. An encasement for a hungry soul that dreams in the night. Dreams that haunt a heart and prods it to run away screaming into the darkness. Such is not how I was meant to live, for I am given a future and a hope, but some days it's hard to focus beyond the sin and the shame. But I know, that no matter what happens, tonight in my dreams, or tomorrow in my day, I know that I am His, I am redeemed, I am bought back when it was my own hand that sold me.