Based in Atlanta, Georgia, Amber peace uses her poetry and larp writing to explore themes of ptsd, abuse, love, and relationships.

Climbing to Zion

Climbing to Zion

I have sung for years of Zion.
A place I had no expectation of going.
It was a metaphor for a land that I would never touch.
It was a hope that couldn't really exist.
It was a dream to never be realized.

But then I sat at your feet and you sang the praises of Zion.
When I looked up into your face, there was a possibility that Zion was real.
Zion was now a goal.
Zion could be achieved in this lifetime.
Together.

But when the path to heaven starts to look like it has good intentions
You're probably on your way to hell
And now this Zion you promised?
It looks a lot like Gehenna
And this looks a lot like death

But this is no matter
Because I have put one foot on the trail
And I will not step back
I will climb my own path up to Zion
Claim my own place there
And scatter your ashes to the empty sky

Seasons Change(lings)

Seasons Change(lings)