prick the briar's rose

 
sometimes I am courage in the coppery vow
others I am a child staring down death as it picks my bones clean
a soul bereft and wandering
I forget I chose to come here

a warrior yes, I fear much, I fear nothing
I know better than to believe there won't be more pain
so I can understand the truth of love and the bittersweet of it

if I were easy and of no challenge you would not want me
daring behind the eyes yet gentle of spirit I come to you
taste me on the winds and you will know my tenderness

I am sweet honesty on a warm day
but know this. my flesh tells lies it serves itself
I am shackled in the mire of guile, where vice is God
I implore the powers that be...why?
I am told it needs be so I understand humility

I have broken the chains,
to find I have no sanity unless I feed my demons
make no mistake they serve me well
guardians of honor they reveal things hidden

I am of value, I have no meaning
I have been to hell so I would know passion

I will find redemption