#Status Poetry

[seraphim-eternal]

She will bear a son, and you shall call him Jesus, for he will save his people from their sins.

Matthew 1:21

[k-oree]

Erato, Muse of Love Poetry

Albertina • Vienna, Austria

[sarahsinferno]

I Wish for Liberation

I sit in the dark, my thoughts a storm of fragments, and I wish, not with the innocence of a child but with the bitter clarity of experience, that you would feel the weight of every wound you gave.

do you know the sharp sting of betrayal, the cruel echo of a lie, the loneliness that wraps around the heart like a shroud?

I want you to know the hollow ache of waiting, the gnawing uncertainty that burrows deep, the sleepless nights stretched out in their endless, aching expanse.

I want the weight of your own choices to press down on you, heavy and relentless, until you understand the pressure that drove me to despair, until you feel a trace of my sorrow settling like dust in your own empty spaces.

you, who sculpted misery with your hands, who wielded cruelty like a blade, are you aware of the echoes you left? do you hear them whisper in your dreams, the ache you wove so effortlessly into my days?

i could wish for storms to ravage your calm, for the sky to crack open with lightning that rends the fabric of your peace, for the tremors of regret to shake your foundation.

yet, even as I wish this, I realize that suffering does not heal, that the flames of revenge only scorch the hands that wield them.

so, instead, I let the weight of my sorrow settle, a quiet confession to the universe that sometimes I crave for the scales to tip,

for the pain to be known, but mostly,

I wish for liberation, for the shackles of my anger to fall away, and for a heart that no longer clings to the shadows of the past.

so I let the wish drift, a bitter gust of wind that fades into the void, and I turn away, searching for a release from this desire, for a way to mend the broken pieces without adding more shards to the world’s already jagged heart.

S.T. 2024

santa rosalia by roberto ferri(1978) oil on canvas

the shepherd david by elizabeth bouguereau(1895)

dancers by franz von stuck(1896)

perseus slaying medusa by laurent-honore marqueste(1903)

[edwardian-masquerade]

"Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature?"

-Letter to my Rage; Lidia Yuknavitch

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Johann Heinrich von Dannecker (1758-1841) "Lesbia and her Sparrow" Marble Neoclassical

[pinnkchampagne]

[namedvesta]

Benjamin Victor, The Lady of Shalott (𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟩)

Alfred Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott (𝟣𝟪𝟥𝟤)

[seraphim-eternal]

The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand.

Mark 1:15

[orgismenh]

Όλοι έχουμε μέσα μας μιαν άλλη ζωή η οποία ενοχλεί, απαιτεί, παραπονιέται, δεν έζησε.

Κική Δημουλά

[seraphim-eternal]

love one another, as I have loved you

[subtropicalvampire]

You are the flash that maggots adore

[etherealyearning]

Statues poised in ivys clutch, whisper secrets that time can't touch.

Images found on Pinterest, words are my own ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎𖹭