It is not worth remembering, the way you moved the walls, bent the halls, stood so tall… Over me.
I know you can lash out at any time and make me know pain, from insane to sane and back again. Your credentials hold but I do not wain.
I’m heading straight to fortress, the trees make my buttress, you can scorch the land, turn my body to sand…
… But you don’t see my old man watching me from up there, bringing me peace and making it fair.
Keep your faith rooms, while I’ll just keep the faith.
D November 2018