I am no Goddess, I am only the raindrops that fall to the ground
I am not of this earth, but heaven is too righteous for me
I am the spider that weaves her webs, connecting the clouds with the mountain tops
I am the little lizard darting in and out of the spiritual realm
I weave my words, connecting hearts with Divine and fusing feet into the Earth
I am the interdimensional being that guides spirits across the river and walks alongside Death
I am no Goddess
I am human to a fault, however the flaws of humanity have allowed me to contemplate mortality
I have never been afraid of dying
But now I no longer want to die
I cannot say that I have reached a point of wanting to fight to live, but I see that truth as attainable now
I, at least
Am no longer lamenting the act of breathing
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I am no Goddess, if anything
I am a God
Fierce and strong and steely
Stern and independent
Seemingly uncaring
Maybe that's why I needed Death to be a woman
Nurturing my soul and in turn, teaching me how to be gentle with myself
Let me go peacefully
When it is my time, hundreds of years from now
I am a human, born of the gods, destined to become an immortal
I am no Goddess
I am no God
I walk in between the metaphysical and the material
I know secrets of gods
And ambitions of man
And heartache has never succeeded in breaking me
About the Creator
Xiomara Anais
Non Binary. Born and raised in the city of the angels. I have been writing since I learned how to hold a pen.
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