Reclamation

My river of tears, the grief of lifetimes— the mourning song of all the versions who held it in far too long just to survive. A vigil for all the pain endured in silence.

Tempest of an Awakening

Darkened skies slice with a roar, Spirits howling through their hollowed core. Winds of sage, cleansing the air, Rosemary lingers—remembrance laid bare. Thyme in the rubble, courage reborn, The storm reshapes the battle-worn.