Flesh and Soul

I sit back and writhe, hating the battle between flesh and soul, soul and heart, heart and mind. How I wish I could just find normality, sanity, peace in my twisted head. Just one day I would wake, where I wasn't fighting, hating these thoughts that overtake my life. I plead, beg, cry, just wishing this thorn would be taken from my side. But I fear, its purpose is to be left there. So, I sit here, fearing, loathing, trying not to move. Maybe then I could be free, unafraid of the world I could conceive.