Wilderness
The wilderness is a place I was and still am at
I am tempted and tested to see how low I can get
My true intentions and desires of my heart all manifest
I am now stripped bear of all my lies
the real me remains and the truth is sustained
I am who I am and in the wilderness I'm purged of shame
Every wrong I have done begins to surface
and any hate I contain tries to fulfill its purpose
But I cannot allow the wilderness to kill me
I'm alone and the scorpions and snakes try to bite
yet I see the light at the end....a tree breaks it up
The wilderness is long and lonely but doesn't last forever
The wilderness prepares me...
it prepares me for better
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