I’ve lived in this meadow so long,
I can’t fathom a life anywhere else.
But now I’ve been cast out,
forced to leave the place
where I thought I’d rest at last.
Struggling, I climb the mountain before me—
only to fall, again and again.
The memories haunt me:
soft grass beneath my head,
sunlight dappling the earth.
Now, all that remains
is this relentless climb.
I want nothing more
than to turn back—
but home is gone.
So I bite my lip,
steel my limbs,
and climb once more.
I brace for the fall,
for the pain,
for the long road ahead.
The Stones Bleed Like Me 