The light and the mountain

Page flip, book two

Same place but home’s new.

Step step repeat

As I wade through, swollen feet.

The potions for motions

It’s a good work notion.

But the elixirs won’t fix her,

Not immediately.

So at night when she’s tired

Her mind sprawled and wired.

The was building storm showers,

And she cries for what feels like hours.

Exhaustion, shame and guilt

As the walls that have been built

Now need the mountains to hold

So they don’t crumble and fold.

Such beautiful glow

Saddened sits by her to slow

The breathing the thoughts

The tightness of knots

One by one unties

The light sits and cries

To see the mountain he warmed

To help flowers grow swarmed

With its own dirt dust and waste

Circling around its base

He wraps himself around

Quieting the sound

One body on another curled

Hugging together those pieces of her world

The power in the silence

While her mind scares her with violence

His love for her runs deep

And as she falls asleep

She wonders if he cares and noticed

When she had lost her focus

And he willed her that he did

But in her sheets she hid

Fears she is alone

Sits on her broken throne

For power she can’t will

Her bad thoughts she can’t kill

But the light it will hold still

Forever for that hill