Lady Labyrinth Poet Narrative

The Daughter Tempest

"The Daughter Tempest"

we conceive monsters
and in their cognisance
of freedom 
they break

they break 
themselves 

down 
down 
down 

bit by bit 
climbing
like a Minotaur
out of the Labyrinth

beauty is borne 
in the will left
written and embalmed
in a stubborn heart

borne from destruction
the ugliness
becomes something
devastating

evolving some other
pulchritude inside
the myocardial eye
the mirror’s true nucleus

like notes in music 
delivered to 
the daughter
Tempest

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)

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Lady Labyrinth February 26, 2023 at 3:05 AM “The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only hope. Lady Labyrinth February 26, 2023 at 3:06 AM When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken open by the storm. So, don't run from your pain — run into your pain. Let life's storm shatter you.” Lady Labyrinth February 26, 2023 at 3:05 AM p.s. Some make it out of the storm, some don't.

Lady Labyrinth February 26, 2023 at 2:31 AM "The Voyeur of Utter Destruction (As Beauty)"/ Bowie Lady Labyrinth February 26, 2023 at 2:31 AM https://youtu.be/eC9Sfy6qjmc