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
Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011
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