Listen to the wind
As it howls and echoes
Promises broken
Vows to be upheld
Even in the storm
I still call upon lightning
To illuminate the pains and truths
Diatribes and faint regale
As rain cleanses away
The ashes of fires
Still dancing across my skin
Now free of marks
Carved by forgotten sins

Where present meets past
Is where silence refrains
Speak up, held high
On this pedestal of dust
Where I lay claim to
Success and failure
Joy and misery
Abundance and emptiness
The soil upon which
I plan to grow
Is nowhere and everywhere
Forged in depths all my own.