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ODYSSEY

Date Written: October 7, 2017
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A weary traveler sojourns, wraith-like

lost, laden with grief and strife

upon a cold hard surface I lay

struggling to return, from Homer’s

depiction of battling monsters and

enduring the wrath of Gods

as a gentle whisper resonates, ‘I journey with you’

taking comfort from her omnipresent voice

fueling my resolve to move on,

I stand before the impenetrable fortress

of sinew and synapses buzzing with neurons,

‘I let me pass!’, I whimper

 

My inner sanctum alerted to the intrusion

yet the reluctant Gate Keeper yields not

‘What is your purpose Athena?’, It furiously reels

my shield, ‘Athena! Athena! the name I hate,

allegorically, my soul’s journey towards God’

the yellow bricks beneath my little feet crumbles,

turning into my beloved dirt road

lethargically, I retreat down the road littered

with King cobras and slithering black mambas

she sits alone, playing quietly, imagining

the life of a princess ruling a beautiful

garden kingdom with unicorns beside

she is aware of my presences, a beautiful

woman with long curly hair and green eyes

she stares at my vision, I smile bending down

and whisper to the Princess,

‘You are going to OK, have Faith! I love you

dearly and always will’

 

My beloved road dissipates into a wet puddle

the rain falls mainly on the streets and

those two muddled under an umbrella

only fit for one, a secret union they share

she is once again aware of my presences

our eyes meets in despair, leave him you

must, the job you will get with Hope

yet a sacrifice you will make, choose wisely

for you will break his heart and to save him,

you must kiss him before you depart forever

 

I never saw the last part for I stood before

Darkness, spiders of every species imaginable

falls from the skies, devouring my flesh

screams emanates from deep within me

but no sounds I emit to the outer world

while the love that flows from God

is pure;  it was tainted in carnality as

a lure used by the men I met

forgiveness is the alchemy to

release me from this nightmare

but I must find Love to give

rise to forgiveness, none I can find for them

I see three beautiful smiling faces,

‘I love you, Mummy’, and forgive the men

I eventually did, squashing the spiders

 

She gently taps my should three times

having achieved the theological virtues of

faith, hope and love, I emerge victorious

to restore my blessed future surrounded

by the Love which moves the Sun and Stars,

off the cold hard couch I descended.

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