Rise

My people have lived beneath the mountain for over a millennia

We tunneled below sea level to escape the depths where toxicity had thickly settled

Burrowing below, so deeply entrenched within carved capillaries and chiseled chambers that life on the the surface has been reduced to mythology

We exist in pockets of stone sustained by cutting edge technologies of a once vast fallen empire

A civilization that had cannibalized itself into a tragic implosion, never  making the shift from an endless orgy of exploitation to focusing budgets on creating sustainable independence

I have spent my life exploring and probing this ominous matrix catacomb of unforgiving stone

In the depth of my studies I had discovered some passages that led me to sunlight

Here i stand in the corridor that leads outside yet I am torn

I could abandon the others and fall  into this secret love that nests only in nature

Though the path back beckons to lead others here even in a climate where talk of this world can be an act of treason

It would be easy to just let them go and remain consumed by lies and darkness, keeping a realm of paradise to myself

Remaining frozen in eternal moments, fluctuating between the weight of the world on my shoulders to being weightless while rising above, having let go of it all

Remaining in the hall that is the duality of exposing the injustice of the hollows while surrendering to ever broadening understanding of freedom which is the blood network of peace and the  nutrients that sustain love

One cannot walk through the gate alone because it is not heaven unless we are all there, so we press on in the shadows with no recourse but to trust the warmth