Persephone Ran Away

What if there were a third option?

Between mother and lover

Between creation and destruction

Between what always has been

and what we are told shall forever be

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Persephone ran away

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Away from suffocating embraces

too warm or too cold

Away from decisions

no one ever asked her to make

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Instead they told her

“This is the way of things”

and she believed them

even when it hurt

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Persephone ran away

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To a small apartment

one bedroom, one bathroom

open floor plan

and a window to let in the light

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It was not a castle in the field

built of glowing amber

open to the sun and wind

closed to the prospect of leaving

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Nor was it a palace of ebony

embellished with shining jewels

devoid of passion

devoid of life

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Persephone found herself

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It wasn’t a big apartment

enough for her plants

a cat

and some books

 

A window

to let the breeze in during spring

A fireplace

to keep her warm through winter

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A home

to watch the seasons pass

and snuggle with her cat

and tend her plants

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A kitchen to cook

A shower to wash in

A couch for sitting

WiFi, for everything else

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It was nothing

Compared to where she came from

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Compared to where she came from

It was everything

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Persephone ran away

To lose herself

To find herself

To heal herself

 

She never looked back