When the the sky darkens, the moon luminous and the stars bright, a muse creeps into my heart, telling me to bare my blade once more.

To raise my shield, continue the fight. When the city sleeps, Couples kiss good night, my heart, alone and wanting, continues the fight.

I learned to dance in the rain, to feel the pitter patter of water against my skin, 6 years alone, heart full of pain and longing, 4 in the emerald city I call home.

Will you find me here? Will you dance in the rain with me? Will you allow me to love freely? Will you leave me dancing to an Echo?

In some ways the question has been answered, The pain a response, the silence the closure, In other ways, I struggle against myself.

My desire to be heard, to be loved, in the way I love. Your arms once a safe space, now so far away.

This muse that visits, She doesn't have a name, A feeling in nature, A spirit of creation.

When the the sky darkens, the moon luminous and the stars bright, a muse creeps into my heart, telling me to bare my blade once more.

When the world goes dark and you feel all alone, remember that even in your silent tears, while you're within the comfort of your home, the night sky reflects the battles you've fought for years.

Those tears rolling down your face, sparkling trails, like stars left in their place, wondering if it was all for naught, questioning the cost of every war you’ve fought.

With eyes of brown, ringed with green and a golden fire, burning bright despite all you’ve been told— wandering through a town wrapped in shadow, knowing now, the truth you hold.

Told you'd never amount to anything, that you deserved every heartbreak, every sting, afraid the world would strip you bare, and leave you wondering what else you could spare.

Yet, you gaze up at the night sky, not in search of approval or home— but to see your reflection shining high, no longer the poet, but the poem.

You guard the peace you've earned, the sanctuary built through battles and scars, and if solitude is the price paid in turn, then the calm outweighs the endless war.

With eyes of green and brown, a golden fire that keeps the dark at bay, you’ve rewritten your story, retelling your pain, revealing your hope.

You stand your ground, defend your peace, and if that makes you the villain, then let them say it. For you wouldn't want it any other way.

You’ve stopped the chase, If they seek you, they’ll find the way, but you are done showing the path— they must meet you where you stand.

That golden glow and radiant smile, those eyes that shine so bright. You choose to love despite the pain, but in your peace, you shall remain.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, You're still the poet for some, and in time, you'll be the poem for the heart that’s always known.

Have you ever heard the song of the land? Calling you home from distant places? Breaking chains binding you, its music freeing your spirit to fly away.

For me, it was a city surrounded by forests, The waves of the Sound breaking upon its shores, A bustling city center, yet apart of nature. The birds singing, orcas playing, and seals resting in the sun.

From the deserts filled with sand and sagebrush, I heard the song of this land, Beaches along the shore, The sweat smell of dirt and soil.

I've been asked what brought me, to this emerald city I call home, for money, love, adventure? To this I only have one answer.

Every stone, every grain of sand, every drop of water in the sound, every gust of wind, a chorus, singing me home, to where I belong.

When the chains were broken, and my spirit free, I retained my sword and shield, yet, I began to heal.

Both in body and soul, Years of trauma to unravel, Scars of pain and regret fading, I began to heal.

With the song forever engraved in my soul, the chorus of everything around me, I found my center, my heart found its home, And I rediscovered myself, added my voice to the song.

So I ask you, have you ever heard the song of the land? Calling you home from distant places? Breaking chains binding you, its music freeing your spirit to fly away.