I have swords from every battle, Gathered through the years alone— Blades once swung to guard my silence, Now they build the path back home.
High I climbed on forged betrayals, Each lie a rung beneath my feet. I turned the wounds they left inside me Into something sharp—and sweet.
I opened walls that held me captive, Scaled the pain, ignored the fear. The rain had stopped, the wind fell silent, No more shadows whisper near.
The mountain waited, still and golden, Where heaven kissed the edge of sky. I laid my body down in longing, Breathed in deep—and let it lie.
The sword slipped from my open fingers, No more strength, no need to fight. She’d climbed too far for earth to call her— She closed her eyes and flowed The light awaiting