My Foundations

I am trying so hard to make this life my own. I am trying so hard to live on my own. I am working so hard for my dreams. I am working so hard for my beliefs. I am doing so much and I feel I am getting little in return. I am going to have to work harder. I cannot cry, I cannot pity myself, I cannot back down! Those actions would all be too easy. I am all I ever really have in this world. My mind, my body, my soul, my heart, and spirit. I must present myself as who I am: nothing more or less. I am my roots, whether they are bad or good. They are what I am, what I believe, the ideals that have built me, the life I have come from.

Miranda Lambert
The House That Built Me
I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Lucky enough for me, My mother still owns the house that built me. Lucky enough for me – I don’t have to live in it anymore. However, I wish to always keep it close to me. I have hidden myself from many people, attempted a disguise. But I am tired of hiding. The cloak I have been hiding under is hindering my ambitions and limiting what I am capable of in this world.

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