Beauty for Ashes

The incense of his cigarette linger's through my window;

A slight, but choking fragrance of lust

Flesh and bone are weary, but my spirit is enduring

There’s no hunger left.

I am bountiful and beautiful, skinny from starvation

I’ve made it to fall.

I’ve stayed long enough to see the harvest,

I've tasted the gulch.

Musky and Mossy, everything aches

Given unto me Beauty for ashes

I shall not faint.

Embracing my inner world

The agony becomes gently distant

Only upon the freedom that grace is sufficient.

A laborer in the field

Blood and bruises yield;

Bathing in the warmth of the creators shield.

Oh the valley of despair,

Resting on the promises of prayer.

Who am I? Or who to become?

Lies within the reigns, I surrender above.

Conquering another day, yet again,

to see

That’s when the warrior, was revealed in

me.