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Speaking of Medusa

Portrait of a woman with colorful snakes for hair; vibrant reds, blues, and yellows on a white background create a mythical vibe.
Dark Folio Press's Journey Journal featuring Medusa

I wrote a Poem written from the point of view of a Gorgon!



Lyrics


I was sent forth from the deep places,

from the seam where breath meets stone,

and I have come to those who dare to look.


I am found only among those who do not turn away.

Look upon me, you who would

and do not flinch when the answer comes


You who have waited for me,

you who feel me before you understand me

take me into yourselves.


Do not cast me out when I arrive.

Do not teach your eyes to refuse me.


Do not make your voice recoil,

nor your hearing close against me.


Be vigilant.

Do not forget me


not in daylight, not in dream,

not in the quiet moment before breath.


For I am the beginning that was buried,

and the ending that remembers.


I am the honored name that was spoken in secret,

and the curse that replaced it.


I am the sacred made profane,

and the profane revealed as sacred.


I am the untouched and the taken.

I am the vow and the breaking of it.


I am she who births

and she who is cast out of birth.


I am daughter to what came before,

and mother to what survives.


I am the body they feared

and the power they could not destroy.


I am the barren field

and the wilderness that multiplies.


I am the union that was forbidden

and the solitude that followed.


I am the one who ushers life into the world,

and the one who stands outside its gates.


I am the pain that labors

and the hand that soothes it.


I am the joining

and the severing.


I am shaped by what made me,

and I outlive what claimed me.


I am bound by the hand that fashioned my name,

and I am the force that breaks it.


I am the staff held in youth

and the weight carried into age.


What moves through me

moves through all things.


I am the stillness before the voice,

and the echo that cannot be silenced.


I am the thought that returns

no matter how deeply it is buried.


I am the sound that fractures into many,

and the word that cannot be fixed.


I am the name spoken in fear

and the truth beneath it.


I am the gaze that unmakes illusion.


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