Along a path in journey I went
to find my mind, my “me”, my spirit;
to lift the crumbs I left of me...
Seeking through tears and past;
a trust that broke and led me here,
the touch that made me cease to be.
I found...
The silky truth does not need reasons,
As reasons are from others;
not one from me, go on... forgive.
I started...
Exhale with me, my divine soul,
cling on a breath to be reborn,
let it become, let me become
And then, I see...
The muscle was none for the task
The step was weak, the blood was feeble.
The life inside showed not a face.
And a new task was to be set,
to mend the body for the substance,
as it abused was too, and in torment.
Apologies wrapped up in a whisper
to sister fauna and mother earth,
for finding me in such contempt.
As for this moment and so on,
murder comes never from my word.
And as my fate I here vow loud
murder no more inside my mouth!
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