June 1, 2009
In a faraway land
Like a phoenix, it was born
Shaped and molded from nether
Flittering like wisps of morning mists
Bright as the afternoon sun
And hidden in the darkest midnight of my soul
And as night went on, hope was lost
They were pushing, pulsing, bursting, constantly straining
Stretching me to my outermost rim, and more
But they were ensnared by the labyrinth of my destiny
And then, a spark, an idea, an entryway
Shimmered into existence out of nothing
A chance to reconstruct my path and forget where I've been
A clean sheet, no past, no future, just me and the present tense
Fearing the loss of such golden opportunity
Hera was damned and forgotten
Her altar fires were left untended
And I morphed into the good daughter
In the hopes of finally breathing sweet mountain air
I tried to buy my freedom with my labor
Thinking that my blood would morph into gold instead of cheap tin
But a slave is always enslaved
And a child is always a child
In her mother's bosom
What an addled fool have I been?
My acquiescence was what fed the beast
Making its' Herculean hold mightier
My shackles grew heavier like carrying wet laundry up from the river bank
Atlas had no bragging rights on me
And now, I awake
As clear as water melting from the top of a glacier
All I needed was to answer the clarion call
Of my Amazon blood
Rather than deny the hot lava flowing in my veins
Being a peaceful dove does not bring freedom
Freedom is a right, not a privilege
And I done
Courtesy be damned
I am embracing the bull in the china shop
And making my own portal
For the butterfly to take finally reach the topmost peaks of Olympus