inner-self (t-shirt) constructing Is a perilous thing

Is a perilous thing

A world in shadow draped and bound

Yet the fox presses on with grace

From the ground up

Its origin and Earth below

inner-self (t-shirt) constructing Is a perilous thingAmidst my inner self, a garden grows, With flowers fair and fragrant rose, Yet, lurking 'mongst the petals bright, The thorns of pain, they come to light. Each day I tend to this garden fair, With love and care, I work with care, And though I pluck the weeds with might, The thorns of pain, they win the fight. For in my heart, a battle wages on, Between beauty and ugliness, it goes on and on, But I shall tend this garden true, For beauty shall always