On my last breath,
I begged the night for a saviour—
but the darkness stayed quiet.
No one came.
The cold laid the truth bare:
in the chaos, in the ruins,
no one is coming
to pull you from your wreckage.
Your salvation is yours.
You save yourself—
or don’t rise.
As thunder cracks and the heavens break
We are pulled back into each other’s storm,
Drawn by a tether neither of us can name.
Our cords run deep.
We search for the centre calm – the fragile quiet buried beneath all this noise.
For the home of belonging in each other’s heart.
Chaos surrounds us, chaos tests us,
Thunder pressing its questions hard against our ribs.
Yet in the wreckage, we reach for each other first.
Searching, finding each other
In the stars,
In the dark of the night,
In the rain and the cold,
And in the last flicker of the flame.
Always returning, always pulled back in.
Hold my hand and let it rain,
You are mine –
through every storm,
in every lifetime that finds us again.
It is all going down but I want none of it.
To many times have I been pushed to the front of it.
It gets crazy inside my brain, and
I cannot begin to explain,
How it makes me feel insane.
Trying to stay grounded,
while being constantly hounded,
by this world.
So close to the edge of reality,
Imaginary.
All I want is peace and serenity,
to heal my heart and mind.
Lost.
Found.
I’m spirit bound.
Searching for that light,
to keep me safe and sound.
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