Memories

The wave cleanses and washes anew the caked on dirt that stole her soul

The doorway opens to a life reborn as the past darkens behind

Distant memories stay by the sea ready to dissipate into the air

like bubbles: floating, flying, escaping the trap

Gone in the wind, traveling far

but remaining close

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A Lost Love

Trapped in her own created darkness feeling hopeless and lost. Hurt that what she gave was whole and nothing reciprocated in return. The pulse that beat life into her veins has ceased to fuel her soul. The emptiness and pain far too great.

How can a single individual make her hate everything she once loved?

The sadness and ache caused by his lack of love, his pretentious self-righteousness, the bullshit lines fed to her… for what?

To throw away like a ripped sock? The hold he tore is deep and it will take time to mend and perhaps she will never forgive him.

She will close the door and move on. Refusing to be debilitated by her anger and her tears. The good memories will wash away and he’ll be nothing to her. Just something that happened… once upon a time

 

Goddess

The goddess weeps today for she knew not the consequences of her actions. Failing to control her impulsiveness. Everything she believed has been shattered. Her mind, once clear, is now encumbered, by the cold touch of decay.

Moments of clarity creep in, but they’re just temporary visitors that only confuse her more. She is left wondering what truly is real. The sadness and sorrows of the world haunt her very being. She asks herself why she is too weak to fix them.

Where has her power gone?

Her heart has broken into tiny fragmented pieces that cut her as she desperately tries to put them back together.

Silently she sits and waits for the answers that will never come.

The goddess knows only love can cure the most foul of things… self-love, universal love…

ONE love….

She ponders life against a backdrop of Selene and her shining sisters.

Who are we?

What be the purpose to life, to consciousness, to being? Is it love? Love is the greatest of all things. A simple, yet complex concept.

Love can build or destroy.

She yearns to have it build: a brighter future for all. Yet still she neglects herself her true reason for being. The Bane’s darkness begins to fill her soul, stretching fingers of black ilk throughout her body as she trembles, too afraid or weak to push them back.

The outcome seems dire. She knows she must radiate her light and allow it to conquer the demons of the dark. But the Bane’s hold is persistent. She is trapped; keeping the darkness at bay, but only just.

The struggle is immense and threatens even her soul. Desperate, she holds on, but for how long, she doesn’t know.

The Ego

I know a place where the demons do not go. You ask where’s such a place, it’s deep within:

My soul.

And the walls are breaking down, because the guards are full of sin. Feel free to come around, but for fear, I may not let you in.

The facade of blocks is fading, and jewels lay tarnished about. But deep inside, I promise this:

The soul will be without.