Initiation
The Maiden died in my hands,
her dress once
pearlescent white
now dripped in crimson red.
So young and lost,
she didn’t know it,
but her death was already signed
by the hands of her Father;
a fate she couldn’t escape.
Ignorance and innocence
were just the same for her
so life sequestered
and buried her
in the darkest most fertile
soil of the Underworld.
She screamed and pleaded
to stay where she was safe,
Fleeing from discomfort
and avoiding the pains.
She begged to remain in the light,
thinking this was the only way to experience life.
Surrender and submission
finally soothed her cries;
Her resistance became acceptance
as she listened to the subtle whisper
of the woman she was to become.
Her burial was a ritual
for a new beginning.
At the peak of her descent,
she met the spirits of
whole and healed matriarchs
of her past lineage.
They held and carried her
over the threshold
where light became darkness
and darkness became possibility.
The Maiden was gone,
and the Queen now stood in her place.
She rose from the depths
of her Underworld
with wisdom
that was once
heartbreak and despair.
She doesn’t hide her battle scars,
but instead adorns them
with the night sky’s stars
for everyone to remember
that the ascent
is found
in the deepest descent.
Finding truth
in darkness and mystery
is her most mastered craft
that sparks inspiration
within anyone who
dares to witness
the alchemy.
The Queen
walks with humble confidence
held in her heart
and bows in reverence
to the past faces and phases
that paved the path
for her resurrection.
The Maiden
I once was
will always dance
in my bones
when spring is in full bloom
but it’s the Queen
who will teach me
to experience bliss in stillness
to let go when I grasp
to find beauty in grief
to rise when I die.
