Cast Me Among The Stones

Frigid air encapsules me

tired yet bountiful energy

Breathing in glass, an ever expanding pierce within me

Never to be seen except by the depths of my being

My lungs are sliced by blood beyond its inside perception

Stabilizing and rushing roots are torn and shattered from within

Innocence is gone

purity ensues

The rapids turmoil

The gentle dew

Cast me among the stones and allow the frigid air to encapsule me

I long for the warmth of the sun but even the smallest  touch shall destroy me

Shatters of essence warm me from within replicating your light

Pressures of piercing revive me truly.