12. Tartarus
My feet brought me back to the mountains that reminded
Me of who I was, a nymph once free, unconfined.
I confess, I ventured through the realm of wayward fairies,
I indulged in lust, fame, and wealth, ensnared by their treacheries.
In this realm, I danced with desire's flaming spark,
But as the flames grew higher, I felt my essence dark.
The forest I once called home, the lakes that held my soul,
No longer offered solace; their magic took its toll.
Into the echo chamber, I willingly descend,
Lost in my own abyss, where true self I apprehend.
The sanctuary of Tartarus, my chosen hell,
A prison, where my spirit yearns to quell.
Yet, as the mountain breeze caresses my damp cheeks,
A fleeting touch of solace, a momentary peace it speaks.
It whispers of the sweetness that life can still bestow,
A glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, I can grow.
So, in this bittersweet sanctuary, I face my fears head-on,
Navigating the depths of Tartarus, where shadows are drawn.
For even amidst the torment and despair,
I find the strength to rise, to breathe in the mountain air.
The mountains, my reminder of what was once my truest self,
I yearn to retrieve that which is lost, to regain my inner wealth.
Though scars remain and wounds may ache with every step,
I embrace the journey back, for in the mountains, my soul wept.
And as the mountain breeze kisses my damp cheeks,
I am reminded of the sweetness that life uniquely speaks.
For even in the depths of darkness, hope can still survive,
As I rise from Tartarus, embracing the will to thrive.
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ŞiirPoetry. As we venture into the depths of the woods, our voyage leads us into the sylvan realm where languishing nymphs reside, burdened by sorrow and constrained to silence for it holds secrets that will cause havoc once unraveled. In the gardens wh...
