Dec 2020
"Are you sure, my QUEEN, that you want to leave your throne?
Enter the prism of your mother's womb;
Raise your familial ghosts from their tomb;
Absorb their burden, make it your blood;
Risk Drowning in the waters of their emotional flood;
And incarnate as fragile flesh and bone.
Are you sure that is truly what you want, my QUEEN?
You will be wrapped in many layers of confusion....
Discombobulating illusion.
Your family will deny that which you speak,
To the point you begin to think
You do not know
That which you know;
They will poison you with the venom of condition;
Wrap you in a web of perdition;
Place upon you a veil as if it a mink;
And confine you to a future outlook that is bleak.
They will attempt to bring you to their level;
Break you to release your inner devil;
Pierce your armored mettle;
So with them you will settle;
And remain in the torture temple.
They will attempt to take you out by your knees;
Split your psyche in six degrees;
Cause you pain so overwhelmingly monstrous,
That your soul will twists in relentless...
Disastrous....
Chaos;
And disregard in disdain your mercy pleas,
As they do what they please.
You will engage in internal battle;
Cast upon yourself a dark night of your soul,
Where for yourself you be neither friend nor foe;
But instead consume yourself as if you are a jackal
Devouring a herd of cattle.
Are you sure you want to enter the prism of your mother's womb;
Live within the confines of your mother's ancestral house;
Where you will be sold as a slave to a man addressed as spouse;
And be considered to have value less than that of a mouse?
Are you sure you want to do this and risk losing yourself?"
Having heard enough of the gatekeeper's incessant rant;
The queen rose up from her throne, walked up to mirror;
Confidently adjusted it's unappealing slant
As if she nothing to fear;
Glanced her reflection dead in the eye;
And spoke in a tone the gatekeeper could not deny.
"Step aside gatekeeper,
You are merely my own reflection
Playing a recording from my fear collection,
Meant to cause me anxiety in distraction
And keep me in my place.
My mother's prism
Is no different than the mind prison
I currently face.
It is not of my benefit to participate in denials race.
I cannot avoid that which made me.
I cannot avoid being like she;
For she is within me as me;
and so is everything in the projection I see.
There is no one to fear but me,
For I am the only monster that can annihilate that which I be.
To truly heal my spirit
I must allow myself to see the wound of my fragile bone,
Under the roof of my ancestral home,
So I may within myself alter it's tortured tone
From one of a fleeing, to one of a freeing lyric.
If I do not risk losing myself, to save myself,
Then I have already lost myself.
Now step aside gatekeeper and let me cross the gate,
Before it is to late.
Let me cross the gate before self-annihilation be my fate."
--Marie Moldovan ©️ 2020
Enter the prism of your mother's womb;
Raise your familial ghosts from their tomb;
Absorb their burden, make it your blood;
Risk Drowning in the waters of their emotional flood;
And incarnate as fragile flesh and bone.
Are you sure that is truly what you want, my QUEEN?
You will be wrapped in many layers of confusion....
Discombobulating illusion.
Your family will deny that which you speak,
To the point you begin to think
You do not know
That which you know;
They will poison you with the venom of condition;
Wrap you in a web of perdition;
Place upon you a veil as if it a mink;
And confine you to a future outlook that is bleak.
They will attempt to bring you to their level;
Break you to release your inner devil;
Pierce your armored mettle;
So with them you will settle;
And remain in the torture temple.
They will attempt to take you out by your knees;
Split your psyche in six degrees;
Cause you pain so overwhelmingly monstrous,
That your soul will twists in relentless...
Disastrous....
Chaos;
And disregard in disdain your mercy pleas,
As they do what they please.
You will engage in internal battle;
Cast upon yourself a dark night of your soul,
Where for yourself you be neither friend nor foe;
But instead consume yourself as if you are a jackal
Devouring a herd of cattle.
Are you sure you want to enter the prism of your mother's womb;
Live within the confines of your mother's ancestral house;
Where you will be sold as a slave to a man addressed as spouse;
And be considered to have value less than that of a mouse?
Are you sure you want to do this and risk losing yourself?"
Having heard enough of the gatekeeper's incessant rant;
The queen rose up from her throne, walked up to mirror;
Confidently adjusted it's unappealing slant
As if she nothing to fear;
Glanced her reflection dead in the eye;
And spoke in a tone the gatekeeper could not deny.
"Step aside gatekeeper,
You are merely my own reflection
Playing a recording from my fear collection,
Meant to cause me anxiety in distraction
And keep me in my place.
My mother's prism
Is no different than the mind prison
I currently face.
It is not of my benefit to participate in denials race.
I cannot avoid that which made me.
I cannot avoid being like she;
For she is within me as me;
and so is everything in the projection I see.
There is no one to fear but me,
For I am the only monster that can annihilate that which I be.
To truly heal my spirit
I must allow myself to see the wound of my fragile bone,
Under the roof of my ancestral home,
So I may within myself alter it's tortured tone
From one of a fleeing, to one of a freeing lyric.
If I do not risk losing myself, to save myself,
Then I have already lost myself.
Now step aside gatekeeper and let me cross the gate,
Before it is to late.
Let me cross the gate before self-annihilation be my fate."
--Marie Moldovan ©️ 2020
