CAMELOT FANTASIES

Haunted by the ghosts of the past
Kept her hostage for too much time
Bound to the wrong story shared for years
It depended on who would take the time
To pay attention to the fears
For they stood out like a horrid eye sore of a painting
Hung on the wall
Colours that did not match
Stories that felt out of line with the design
Looking back a new string of tears
Tears of relief and redemption
Breaking away from the attention
Of trying to keep it together
As it all fell apart
Rock bottom and the only way through was up
Mending what needed mending
And letting go of what was finished
The stench of what was dead wreaked
The scent of what was living sweet
Taking back the power is the mantra of the hour

Letting go and surrendering to God
Saving Grace

~ Divine