Persephone to Hekcate, Inanna’s Descent to Rise:
queen below to priestess above, or give me my fucking jewelry back
trauma drags to the deep, light fades and shadow becomes kin, cloak
and shield
i rule free to live but for a half-life in the darkness that feeds my strength
scales my tools to wield as they tilt with my pulse
queendom coerced, dependent on another
ties to the dark disappearing, Earth once again becomes home,
i must ascend
The tug becomes a reach. The angle of my tether gives trajectory to my flight.
I find light, tangible, weaving upwards
Some, steps may be, others the rope fibers, interwoven, paramount to our climb
As light swells, so does the deftness of my weaving
What was once daunting, diverting, soaring stratospheric heights
The beats of my heart timing ascent and descent, balancing scales
Light, my spear,
driven through me, Dark and Light swirl as the kosmos, dizzying spirals melt to grey
Aware of every step between Heaven and the Abyss
Do you shine or do you shield?
-kylesimone brent-stephens
