Epistles for my thorned metaphors

the painful death of the voyager

in the middle of our voyage, violent sea and storms appeared—that's not what i foreseen. it started to churn the whole place, especially to our derf place like jason's. if jason and the argonauts sailed on their quest for the golden fleece, we, the people of west wind sailed our way to the portal of freedom.

the ruins of the ship rumbled like a zeus's thunder after the green light flashed cloudwards, making me overtake and lose my balance. it is surprising that the violent sound of storms didn't make me cry anguishly. i hate storms. i hate everything in the sea. but then, instead of fearing the violent storms when it appeared, all i feel is sadness within. sadness for the goddess kymopoleia.

me and kymopoleia had something alike. both of us are not recognized, completely forgotten. both us of never receive the offerings from demigods. both of us was perceive having a disruptive presence. but we have something in disparity. kymopoleia has melodic with a strange reverberation, while i am mute. i can't even scream in amid of this violent storms. she has a power that can bring voyager's down, while i am powerless and only shooted down my own happiness. she wasn't feared by mortals for she is unknown, but i am feared by my own kind because of being weak and woman. she's the goddess of violent storms, and i am the victim.

even how excellent workmanship we have, kymopoleia still shoot us down, rip the ship apart using her compelling storms. why can't i be like her?

and here i am. drowning after my fall, facing my painful demise. watching the ship churned storngly. watching my comrades fight for their death. why can't they drown with me? why fight, when the only hope i cared never cared? why fight, when the sea starts to swallow everything we own? why fight, when our own flesh and blood wants us die? why fight, when everything is not worth fightning for?

why?

i closed my eyes and thought, “i can finally join kymopoleia's mourning. i can finally be with her, visiting poseidon's old domains. i can finally share tears with her.”

i don't want to be alone.