The battle within

I knew I was wrong,
So I thought why not be her Mr right.
I kept my wrong at bay
To meet your right which lay the other way.
I didn't take any leap, it was one step at a time
I was forsaking which had long been mine.
A shadow in me was learning to be on its own.
It staggered, knee bent but it's spirit kept it high.
The dark clouds seemed no more darker,
The sun rays no more blinding,
I was learning to be awake
Learning to be alive.
Just when I thought I could meet your right,
Just when the story could have begun,
Just when I was strong enough to be strong,
It all snapped.
Your right no more seemed right,
My wrong no more was wrong.
And I walked back, my spirit sunk,
My heart barren,
My wrong was once again mine.

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