Renovation

RENOVATION "A battle against yourself is the thorns on a rose." ~Miranda Lambert I walk Head held high Through a low valley Searching … seeking … fighting… Myself~ I am the sand That buries my feet Deeper With every step I take I pull myself down Every step makes me weaker I deceive my own eyes, and drown Them in lustrous beauty Deceit tells no truth~ Greener grass Bluer seas Seems preposterous to let pass My mask is so divine Nothing’s the same in a looking glass Inviting myself to stay Welcome arms wave my way Deep into my allure My own hypnosis forbade me to stray Blinded by my eminent veil That lured my feeble mind in rapt Forthwith rooted myself in an underland With silent moans of the entrapped Over evil, good shall always stand True sorrow sets my spirit free Awake to delicate light As it glimmers through my window I hit my knees at the glorious sight I’ve fought myself down an onyx road At a time torn myself, borderline I paid myself a visit Defeated my inner monster’s shrine She refuses to remit~ Asks why do I fight scared I thought we love the life we lead Here’s your chance to choose your destiny Time to emit your final plead Not guilty~ Inner demon from me part Clean parchment, brand new quill I can now renovate my heart ©2011-06-27 Miranda Lambert