I remember a Civil War within me where my savage mind clawed to escape the confines of these long bones and soft tissues. Where peace was unfathomable and attempting to strive for the strength of mountains shook me to my knees. A voiceless whisper surrendered a white flag for change and the mountains began to speak to me in a language shared of bone and earth.
And I remembered a home written within the magic of cells, that exists silently in the pause between words, a space between an inhale and exhale. It is referred to as peace and it is a place where all things beautiful begin to grow.