Undone

I told Cupid to halt his arrow I wasn’t trying to fall in love; when I was in sorrow. He was so understanding, He hatched his bow and went about his business It took me a while to realise I didn’t like colour. Black was majestic it strengthened my soul. I met Lyssa the goddess of anger, Told her she was blocking my view, I wanted to watch my happiness descend And she went AWOL, Never had met her match so she wasn’t trying to be burned. Moving at my pace, I saw my past. It flashed by me, I swear it was a whirlwind of emotions. Seeing my clutches, tears, laughter, anger, sorrow I knew I was never selfish. So why didn't I feel a pulse. Apollo came, with his golden lyre he played the blues. He said bury yourself in music, bury yourself in writing. So I did, I soured among the clouds, I almost touched the stars. My soul was free, my head was clear. I was a little more selfish. Hecate came, with her aura of calm. I felt myself crave solitude. Time to myself, time to cut out the negative. She said I could, so I did realising I loved it. Seeing my life with new eyes, I also saw a blessing. With his charisma and his boldness, I felt my knees go weak, But I wasn’t trying to fall in love, Elpis came with his bow of hope, he said you were losing your mate. No journey can ever be completed alone. So I took my journal and gave it to my blessing. He said he wasn’t a reader but a believer. my past was a measure of the weak, Death was a given, life was a mystery he wasn't trying to unravel it. He saw my incompleteness and still adored me. I told him I will be coming undone, I was not afraid anymore. He took me with open arms and whispered he will never let me go An applause roared around me but the curtain never closed. Only roses and glitters buried my feet and body. Showing me a light I had never seen before. I felt blessed, I felt strengthened. I knew I was getting there. © Herzel Poshiwa