Oh Mother Medusa.
Can you hear me calling.
Shouting out for someone to care.
That I cannot simply turn my enemy to stone.
***
Oh Mother Medusa,
Can you tell me why.
Your story’s been rewritten a thousand times.
From monster to victim to monster again.
***
Oh.. is it possible to be
Both victim and monster.
Both punished and blessed.
Do we create the story we like best.
***
In one breathe I could be,
The victim blessed with power
To stop others from harming me.
Staring them down to the bone.
***
In another I could be…
Monstrous and reactive.
The villain in someone else’s story.
But maybe that story needed a villain.
***
Oh Mother Medusa…
In a world of so many self proclaimed heroes
How am I suppose to survive.
When telling my story feels like a crime?
***
Please help me Mother Medusa.
Make me oh so brave.
Let my opponents fear me.
So that maybe one day I too can be free.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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