Elucidating Questions

Locked in the bedroom of dawn, words that never stop spilling out.

Too old to stop, more pain and stiffness and at least the words can run free

Beneath the door and pouring out into the streets.

The sparks connected to try to stop a war that was seen that consumes, but who knows when.

Knowing an interesting story of the fall, knowing it would be best to fade as a star still beautiful

If the goddess will not look upon me when my face is old, if they will not,

If love cannot be felt,

They say it is better to burn out, never fade away.

Will I be looking into the eyes of my true love as he stabs my neck? Or will the desire be felt when our eyes meet?

The negative energies of lives lost.

The undercover battles of the gods written with different names,

A reflection of a reflection,

The human tales get in.

I feel the compassion, the peace, the kindness, the love.

The ocean, and the fire.

The moon, and the sun.

They fight.

I do not. I protect with silence, they ask what is deserved

No one wants to know the truth of the question.

If the mother goddess was to be protected, these cultures would never live past tomorrow.

Instead I sit with her, feel her skin beneath mine,

And whisper apologies for the things they’ve done. The things I’ve done. The things I cannot control, trapped in societal norms.

Can no one else hear the core as she cries?