There’s a corner of the earth that whispers my name. I was told that it’s a pathway to heaven- do you believe in such a thing? The world shows its teeth and mine are so dull that I forgot how to bite back. But, I still show it my cracked fangs for the hell of it- blood rotting roots and all. If I have the will to trust in something beyond the corners of the earth to heal me, then these shadows can’t change me- even when they continue to take and take and take. This world isn’t mine to hold, it’s mine to strangle. It’s mine to mold into what I was given and I won’t stop until I make a familiar shape that won’t shatter when I drop it. Something like strength. Something like comfort even though my insides are threatening to kill me before the word has a fighting chance . Something like a treasure you find in the corner of your room and remember what made it feel like gold in the first place. -AMT©️