persephone, what is life?
you’re supposed to go out, run through
fields, get pricked, get wounds and cry
about it and at the same time laugh
at the sight of the thunders.
persephone, kiss the firmament
like you would to a beautiful daisy.
persephone, this is life.
it’s not that hard only if you know
how to stretch out your arms and offer
hugs to those who need it.
and if they stabbed you,
when all you wanted was to love them
genuinely, the gods will punish them
because life is not unfair;
it knows what you’re doing,
it knows your intentions
and inner desires.
and if it is all about loving everything
with all your heart,
life will bloom in you like a beautiful
flower. and you won’t get pricked anymore,
nor wounded, nor cry because
love is supposed to work that way.
genuine love is not painful.
persephone, have a life.
walk out of hell for once, climb your way up
to see how the land has grown into
beautiful cities.
and the places you saw years ago aren’t
the same places anymore.
i guess change is really inevitable,
but don’t be scared if you failed to recognize
the things around you.
instead, run your fingers through them
and feel their texture so you can be
familiar with it.
you’ve stayed in darkness for so long,
loving the solitude,
hugging the comfort of the coldness,
and it’s time for you to go out.
persephone, you have a life.
don’t let it be taken away without seeing
the whole world first.
you have a life,
live it like you should.
you have a life,
i hope you’ll realize that sooner.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
