To the temple and the storm

Let your scars shine, brighter than the wounds that engraved them.

Let your fears become the ladder, over which you climb and choose to breathe.

Let your heart bleed, until it’s done hurting from the pain.

Let your soul rebel, what’s not pure and indecent.

Let your feet stumble through paths of perfection, show that imperfection is sacred.

Let your fate surrender to what is destined, while your blood serves the ink.

Let your truth scream through your silence, in this intense vacuum.

Let the sky witness, who can bear the storms barely by the spirit.

Let the waters notice your depth, and want to fathom what you behold

Let the wind feel small, with your force and your grip.

Let the sun feel dimmer when you appear, leaving the darkness behind.

Let the world see what stays, when humanity ends.

Let you live, till you breathe and your heart beats.

VEDIKA