She felt a thrum of energy like that of high tide,
The hinges groaned, but welcomed her inside,
Darkness engulfed her, swallowed her whole,
But no ferryman dared to ask for a toll,
Bile did not rise, terror would not strike,
Frost and flame danced, both powerful alike,
Suns & moons coursed through her own veins,
Mountains, pebbles, and otherworldly planes,
Omnipotent, sentient, all-knowing, beyond,
She was earth's mantle, and the calm of a pond,
And within her vessel a euphoric stain,
Mission, purpose, revelation not for mundane,
She awoke begrudgingly, damp, and stiff jaw,
The remnants of meaning continued to paw,
This distracting routine, this 9 to 5,
A limiting hierarchy, a man-made hive,
She knew of power to heal, of spiritual strides,
Because life is not always Jekyll or Hyde,
So, the universe inquires, it's asking aloud,
Are you her? Them? Will you make us proud?
Truth Seeker
