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.