Filed under: Life After

Ch7 removed the infection.

Ch8 built the kingdom.

Ch9 rules it.

The Decree

Ch8 set the walls.

Ch9 enforces them.

The decree: My time is not public.

My mind is not a democracy.

My nervous system is not a battleground.

Entry requires reverence.

Presence requires proof.

Access is earned in silence, not demanded in noise.

The kingdom has laws now.

The Gate

Access is not a right. It is a privilege.

The gate does not open for potential.

The gate does not open for apologies.

The gate does not open for old versions of me.

Knock with consistency.

Enter with value.

Or stay outside.

The kingdom is not lonely.

It is protected.

The Crown Is Heavy

Because peace is lonely.

Because standards are expensive.

Because no one claps for the boundaries you keep in private.

I chose this.

I rule this.

I carry this.

Heavy is the head.

Heavier is the alternative.

The Close

Ch7 cut the infection.

Ch8 built the kingdom.

Ch9 rules it.

The door is closed.

The walls are up.

The laws are set.

This is not healing anymore.

This is not building anymore.

This is the reign.

I leave the light on.

I am the light now.