Arrival.

I don’t know when I was born, but strength I had since I have known

The rocks came together, fitting into each other’s caress

Forming a cluster and my body a whole

Giving me life to call my own

Age defies me, for standing still and tall is all I know

Those very rocks that built me, today I hold

The white snow, the glue to keep us close

Years have passed but back in time I go, for slowly they erase me

He found me despite the cold sheet I use to wrap myself

Using my being as a foothold to climb

Usurping my virginity through his bare hands to find his way

Corrupting my peace to find his own

I lay bare and barren today, a different version of myself

They see and wistfully lament over acts committed by their kind

Seeking adventure, they broke my spine

I’m younger today but wasted within, unable to recognize my own magnificence

The gift that I was, they didn’t recognize

Now finding ways to hold onto my remains

The aftermath of my death is their penance

For thrive, they will not but with my downfall, face the wrath.