- Atalanta’s Chase
- Psyche and Eros
- Psyche
I loved him unseen.
That was my faith.
I reached for light
and lost him.
That was my undoing.
So I walked through silence,
through tasks that scraped the bone,
through doubt that tasted like ash.
I did not stop loving.
That was my power.
When he returned,
I was no longer the girl who waited in the dark.
I was the soul
large enough
to stand beside a god.
And love,
endured,
made me divine.











heavenly write ❤️I think the divine often commingles with mortals ❤️
Thank you, Crimsin. I think so too. There’s something beautiful about that space where the divine and mortal meet. Hope you have a lovely day. 🙂
Powerfully penned, CG. Another excellent write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I really appreciate you always taking the time to read and leave such kind words.