The unlocking

One single word, and my world shatters,

Buried so deeply inside of me,

A hidden secret, lost to time

Until the high priestess speaks,

 And with one question, tears it free.

A quiet whisper in the dark

Begins to grow, to rise, to roar.

The ancient locks are swept away,

And everything comes rushing out.

No barrier could hold the tide

Of bitter grief and memories;

With the heavy gates thrown wide,

The inner walls collapse to dust.

The quiet river turns to storm,

And nothing survives the sudden plunge.

Paralyzed within the crash,

My frozen spirit turns to stone.

Then from afar, a familiar voice

Calls out my name into the cold.

It draws much closer, breath by breath,

Yet still, I cannot find my strength.

A gentle warmth spreads through my hand,

Lifting me upward through the dark;

A reassuring, steady grip

That pulls me back to solid ground.

I struggle still to find my feet,

Needing a hand just to sit upright.

But as the heavy moments pass,

I find the power to stand once more.

The road ahead is long and steep,

But I can lean upon my friends.

With my circle standing by my side,

We will brave whatever comes.

08.07.2026