It’s here that I lay to rest
bones lying against mountain terrains
subtle layers of healing happening as the wind
rain, sun and moon caress my very being.

Vulnerability is lost now, against your anger
and self-inflicted pain…your owner ship is still
lacking yet my personal yield tells me different.

It’s peaceful here, a place to rest among the
the trees, the peaks and valleys.
My chest taking shallow breaths with the rhythm
of the earth.

In the darkness where you dwell just know one thing.
I am not forgiving when the cycle remains on repeat.
Walk one step on the peaks and valleys of my new
inherent breath and I will swallow you up into the fires
deep within the ancient hollows.

Your days of trespassing are over and the angels, saints,
guides, and ancient beings are here to ensure you feel
the burn of the barbed wire your sickness sells.

I’m resting…not dead.