Bury The Castle

They told me to build a castle out of stone and bone,

Stack every scar like bricks so I’d never stand alone.

Mortar made of silence, towers made of pride,

A kingdom built so no one sees the storms I keep inside.

But walls grow heavy when the heart becomes the ground,

And echoes in a lonely hall are the loudest fucking sound.

I crowned myself with iron just to hide the cracks,

A monarch of the midnight with the whole damn sky on my back.

So I buried every feeling in a dungeon deep below,

Locked the door with anger so no softness had to show.

Dragons made of memory curled around the gate,

Breathing smoke and whispering, “Trust will only devastate.”

Yet castles cast long shadows when the sun begins to rise,

And grief is just a thundercloud disguised behind your eyes.

I climbed the highest tower where the lonely falcons fly,

And screamed into the wind that even kings still fucking cry.

The sky did not judge me.

The wind did not turn away.

It carried every broken word like ashes into day.

That’s when I learned a secret carved in thunder’s gentle howl,

The bravest hearts are not the ones who never break or bow.

The bravest hearts are gardens where the wildest feelings grow,

Where love and loss and fury all have honest room to show.

So bring your shovels, friends of mine, bring sorrow, truth, and flame,

Bring every buried memory you were ever taught to shame.

Tonight we dig together where the lonely rulers stood,

And lay that silent kingdom in the dark where stone once could.

Let the towers tumble softly.

Let the broken banners fall.

Let the sky reclaim the echoes that were never ours at all.

Because hearts were never castles meant to keep the world away.

They’re open fields of thunder where our truest spirits stay.

So bury the castle.

Let the wild wind pass right through.

And maybe in the rubble…

you’ll finally feel

what it means

to be you. 🌌🕊️