Did find yourself
In shards of a those
broken ancient fears
shattered across the iced over shore
The Weight spreading across your back
the rings in tree that make you think back.
You can try to stay good reading good books on gods
your probably find you as only as strong
as the books that you bind
Finding solace in words
that are as old as the dawning chorus
that the birds have sung from the trees
long before we walked and strode.
Embers of a set squares angular percussive stick