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ZUTARA WEEK 2020: DAY 4 “CELESTIAL”

losing through you what seemed myself; i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears

Trying to pull myself out of paralyzing despair and grudging parental monotony enough to create anything this year has been nearly impossible. I started this piece not long after the murder of George Floyd, in rage and grief, looking for an outlet. As a mother, I hurt for black mothers the most. Black mothers having to have such different talks with their children than I have to have with mine. Black mothers weeping for their children's futures. As a white woman it's hard to figure out the right way to be an ally. I've done my best to signal boost and listen to voices of color. I've watched as white allies voices ebb and flow in ways that POC don't get too. There are no breaks. There is no peace.

ARIES: love the way your head makes decisions before you can think about things, love the passion that drives through your blood, love the way your body looks

TAURUS: love the atmosphere in your soul, love your adorable curves, love your calming voice that helps others get through their day

GEMINI: love your happy smile, love the way your personality shines through no matter what people say, love the way you talk

CANCER: love the way you always help people and care about people, love your empathy, love the way you let a little, beautiful tear come out

LEO: love your pride when you’re feeling down, love your self-confidence, love the warm, fuzzy feeling when craving for someone or something

VIRGO: love the way you overthink things for the best, love the way you solve problems, love your crave for any knowledge

LIBRA: love the way you handle social situations, love your indecisiveness because it might help you at times, love the impression you leave

SCORPIO: love your intensity, love your craving for more love and attention, love the way your heart beats when thinking of something that makes you happy

SAGITTARIUS: love your imperfections for they are beautiful, love your sense of humor, love the way you are always down for new things

CAPRICORN: love the way your eyes widen when you hear something you’re interested in, love that people look up to you, love your looks

AQUARIUS: love your uniqueness, love the way you feel safe when being around your favorite people, love the excitement you feel when you create something

ZUTARA WEEK 2020: DAY 4 “CELESTIAL”

losing through you what seemed myself; i find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears

In a field of flowers and grape vines, you knelt before me. You asked me to take your hand and your dark eyes I saw your soul, bare before me.

All alone in the dark, with no one to hold, your heart grew cold. You asked me for my hand, and when I didn't stand, you went to leave. But I called your name.

You hadn't said it but somehow I knew, you were the one I would bind myself too.

And so, I will have a crown of flowers and Asphodel, and placed it on your head with the crown of the Dead.

You reached for me and I took your hand.

You held me as we fell to the ground, I screamed at first but then my eyes adjust; now I feel what I couldn't before.

We became husband and wife then; a king and his queen always ready to defend. A king of darkness and a queen of iron. In one another we could trust.

I never wanted to leave you below, but we both know I had to go. 

I ate six seeds and my heart ached when I left, but nothing could be done after that.

We loved each other fierce and strong, and we held one another when the nights were cold and long. I never meant for anyone to get hurt, all I wanted was to be with you. But that was that and things have changed, you put your walls up with me on the other side. I call and cry but I can't reach you, so I silently leave to tend to the living.

And yet you still refuse to live the life your brothers have, never bedding another; or so I thought.

I never strayed from you, I was all yours. But then I find that other woman on top of you, the one who says you love her. 

I loved you then and I love you now. I hated leaving you alone but when I came back to you had someone else. You built those walls to keep me in, but I couldn't stay, no matter how much I wanted to. So you pushed me away. I am sorry for what has happened between us, I'm sorry that it hurts you when I leave. But I'm not sorry for turning her into plant.

I remember you slamming the door to our room at 12 in the afternoon. You threw a lamp at the wall and paced back and forth, the silence between us was deafening. While I sit on the bed playing with the skirts my dress, I watched as your face turned red. 

I never strayed from you.

Remember back when we were young and my mother tried to take me with her? you wouldn't budge and I saw the hurt in your eyes when I left for the very first time. 

As I've stated before, I never meant to hurt you but you don't speak to me, so I don't know what your intentions were when you took that girl into your arms so close to the home we built, that we could never fill.

All I ever wanted was to stay, I wanted us to love each other and have children of our own, not like the children we lost.

And I wait.

And I wait.

And I wait for you to explain but when you did not, I give in and break the silence. I ask what were you were you thinking? Why you did what you did. Why did you push me away?

But when you stopped pacing at last, and you looked at me, it wasn't like the past.

Your eyes, they held something in them that made fear creep in my bones. Your words were unkind and so I ran.

I ran away from the home we built. Ran somewhere only we knew. A sacred place to our hearts and so I hid under a willow tree, by the stone bore first child's name.

And I watched, flowers bloomed beneath my fingertips, but they withered too soon- like all my children.

I wept for the love I lost. I wept for my husband's betrayal. 

I wept because in spite of all of this, I still love you. Through my cries I did not hear you. Unlike our recent years you came after me.

I looked up with tears streaming down my cheeks. You knelt in the dirt in front of me with your hand outstretched, the walls had crumbled. And now, your soul shone through.

I love you still.

I take pity on your heart. I wove you a crown of Asphodel and flowers, I took your hand and let you take me to bed. We built walls around us. 

We had had such plans you and I.

You never meant to hurt me and I you. But time catches up with us all, my love. 

Remember me, my love. As we lay tangled in bed as one.

As we fade.

Remember me, when we pass and become new, when our lives change from the bodies we knew.

I want to be a weed. Up through the concrete, Up through the cracks, Up through sidewalks And buildings and yards Of Victorian grasses. Growing where I  Shouldn’t and triumphant In the face of fury.

Not a houseplant too Fussy for the pH in the soil And begging for more sun And then begging for less. Too fussy to be watered twice Or stared at in a crooked way. I don’t want to be a decoration To be cooed at or cursed For wilting or growing dark Or loosing leaves I no longer need.