Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Every Iteration of Myself

Sincerity
Serenity
   Once past the mold pressed around you
   to see clearly who you are and
   why you're not.
Betray all you are pretending to be;
to find no truth greater than your own pride
look no farther than those you've failed to protect
(but with averted eyes)
        to walk the Roaming Plains alone
find solace or lacking in all you have learned
                                    Reminded
                                     as you carry the
                                         weight of broken shield
but sun will always rise                ahead
and                band of hatch and stud will
hold close your solace and your    greatest
                                                                truth again.

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