I was borne of your wounds

A deep hunger with no boundaries

Whose edges fear silence

Scars forged by fire

Burnt embers of a lineage

Grasping for air

While dancing with chaos

The tempest walks secretly within me

Passed down from my mother and her mother before her

The shadows gather

A beast arises

A wilderness is born

And the battle for self begins

A self birthed like no other

Molded and shaped 

By an ancestral history

Yearning for recognition

Where is the stillness to be found?

It’s there my friend, it’s there.

It gave those wounds the courage to come forth

The hunger its strength to feed

The tempest its power to roar

The beast its voice to fight

And the wilderness a place to call home

The battle only lasts as long as you need it to

Find your Self fiercely

No one will do it for you.