Sometimes when I feel Haunted I write and here is a little something. Now you will understand why Poe is one of my Favorite writers. I just free flow write sometimes and let whatever comes out , out.
I am the one who waits,
The gods sent me back across the ocean
And almost broke my soul and spirit
But they said you must go for there is a man your blood was meant to combine with.
I feel so lost and weary; he is blind he cannot see me.
Why did the gods send me across the ocean
where I feel broken?
Why could they have not left me and sent him,
So much pain, so much tribulation, using all my strength until I just want my soul to be frozen so I can feel no more.
I am the catalyst, I am the gate,
I am the one who waits.
The words drive me to madness and frustration
But I won't beg my gods for mercy; its not in my nature.
So many realms and lifetimes have they tried to break me; perhaps if I would surrender they would give me peace but I cannot, my blood won't let me.
The same thing that made me come out of the void won't let me return to that blessed nothingness before form was created, when I just was.
I try to block the power that flows in me, afraid to release it and look it full in the face
Holding it so controlled as if the wave of it if released would burn this realm like a huge surge of fire.
I hear the mortals thoughts, hear their conversation about me, like tuning in a radio; their anger amplifies what I hear.
Its hard to touch them, when I do I see and feel them; it hurts.
The mortal blood in my veins burns me like something alien, like a virus, injected to keep me in this realm.
It flows separate than the blood of my father and creates its own conflict.
I came to this place of wind and water and fertility.
My foster father calls and tried to comfort me
The winds caress my skin, the waters cleanse me, and the smell of the salt fills my senses.
He grants me precious moments of peace.
My brothers and sisters of the Green World speak to me and make me feel like the child I was so long ago.
Time folds so old but yet so young; not linear.
I am in more than one time so confusing for my mortal mind
I see myself in triplicate, its hard to define boundaries.
Well, that's the end of it it stops as abruptly as it comes. lol See why I tell people to stay out of my mind, it can be a scary place.
One day i'll post one of my light moments. lol Oh in this particular one the foster father I refer to is Mannanan Mac Lir, a god, some call him Irish but in reality his origin is not known. he is associated with the sea.
