At the core of you is Iron
lifting up scars
day by day
struggles bringing future gifts,

keep lifting
the dry intense voice
of desolation,

scabs ripped off by
the curiosity for blood,

keep on it
work in the temple
a long awaited gust
taking away 4 decades of dust.

Long overdue for cleaning
all the black marks
trying to stamp you out,

remember this
my brother
you are stronger
and more loved
by Everything than you currently understand.

Think of your heart
as a gateway
to the brightest dream
delivering you
from the tyrannical warden ruling in your mind.

Go inside,
ask for help
learn to silence chatter
there is a hidden Kingdom
waiting to answer.