Persephone Speaks: Waning Moon 1

There must be more than this idyllic life of summer. 

I must be more than the mirror of my mother,

the object of my mother’s delight.  

I am my own person: one in myself! 

My virginity is inviolate:  it is the deathless core of me! 

I feel stirring deep within my body,

opposites yearning to polarize and mate,

to find completion in transformation. 

I feel a yearning for change, surprise, danger, intensity:

for power from within to flame up and make things happen!

She is content to let things stay the same. 

She’s part of everything, and everything is part of her. 

I want to find what’s mine alone: 

to reclaim my own body, mind, heart and soul. 

I must have gifts; there must be someone

who needs my courage, and imagination,

some stranger, some cause!

There must be something I alone can create. 

I know I am unique.

I’ll never be able to explore that uniqueness

basking in her constant sunshine. 

I crave the shadows. 

I’m not afraid of the dark! 

I yearn to fall from the pedestal

of her idea of my perfection. 

I want build my own throne

and rule my own world alone! 

I envy the snake that glides

into a crack in the earth,

exploring the deepest mysteries....

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018