That stained glass cross
Adds much needed color
To my foggy sacred ground,
But it don’t stop those glowing eyes
From watching the part of me
That will live forever.

Now the decision haunts me,
Whether to weigh down
What lies deep down inside me
With a stone
That defines my time on Earth
And allows my tired bones to rest forever…

Or,
Allow my spirit to breathe naturally
Like mother nature intended
And risk allowing demons
To dig up the part of me
That should never be unearthed…

Until I do,
My legacy will remain in
An imaginary purgatory.