The Gathering

She is Constant
She stands Tall
Only Here
Only There
But Always

Her message is Unseen
It allows her to Grow
Unattended
Unmonitored
Her shape Shifting

She is the Gathering
Of Years
She is the Gathering
Of Time
She is the Gathering
Of Pain

She is pushed Down
She is held Back
She is Denied

But lack of light does not Extinguish
Lack of air does not Suffocate
Her fuel is Denial
Her demise will be Love

She may Break me
But I am Fixable

At least through the Cracks she creates
She will be Released from her purpose
Forever