improbably divine, it happened still. reborn, rebuilt, rebroken and rejoined, like grass that grows across the asphalt scars, some different kind of me with changing will. adapting. morphed. you know, sometimes, the thing what hurts you so, so much can turn into a blessing in disguise. or so I hope.
took out the glass shards from my feet, then stepped one time, ignoring pains, covered the road with my blood stains. it hurts, but so important still. and so,
Walking with the sun behind eyes fixed on my worn boots as they try to find the old stride each time they lift, this still winter light flicks ahead under them, easy as, like nothing’s changed but when they fall, this light cuts, mud grips and boots go blind
Oh Dionysus. How I miss you, but your blood....gives me anxiety. It makes people hate me, I can't stand to be alone.
I can't say I don't miss dancing with you But it's not much of a party with just the two of us. No one else is willing to dance for long.
There was a time where you were, my only friend and you would smile and take me in your arms while I sobbed and enjoyed the haze of your being. I in turn, worshipped you. Even if research, candles and hymns, libations of your own blood and my perfume could hardly be enough.
It's all I have, my lord.
While I miss the roiling, twisting madness of your magnificence I shouldn't be there. I want to be, desperately but I pick up a bottle and look at myself in disgust and shame. It's not you, it's me. This is far from a disillusionment of gods. I will still dance, my lord, just perhaps not as closely as before.
i didn’t fear death until i almost died. i used to welcome its cold grasp. i used to wish it upon myself. now all i want to do is live. i want to feel the sun on my skin. i want to see my family live and grow. i want to love again. i finally want to live after 8 years of pain