Persephone’s Mentor
A conversational poem by ED 1/5/22
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I can’t do it
In the frozen wasteland
It’s barren
I’m scared and
There’s nowhere for roots
To hold
I already put on my show
Now it’s time for you to
Let it go
Take flight
Spread your wings and fly
The only reason you can’t
Is cause you’re too scared to try
Without dirt for the ground
And all this ice around
I just can’t do it
There’s no way no how
I hate the ice and bitter cold
Can’t you help me cuz I really don’t know
Honey I already put on my show-
I’ve never tried it like this
This palace isn’t like his
You didn’t waltz in to Hades
And melt his cold dead heart
By standing around and wondering
That was different!
Just do your part
Start with poppies or lillies
Or sunflowers at the golden hour
Find it in your mind
Then etch it into the ice
I don’t want to mess it up
Or hurt anyone
You do it so well
So for you it’s just fun
Sweetie stop
I’m here for damage control
You are here to make
Beautiful things grow
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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