Caged Thoughts

Caged Thoughts

Grief is healthy.
I must remind myself of this sometimes.
Ha! Maybe twice a day, some days.
Yet that is part of the process of healing.
I must remind myself that it is human to shed tears.

To grieve over the end of a relationship, the death of a friend, health issues, or for any reason in general is a normal human experience.
Why have we learned to shun such an emotion?
Because it is unpleasant…
Is suffering not unpleasant?
Is pain not unpleasant?

The result of shoving or dismissing grief is agony, and I often wonder why I would ever choose to stuff my grief into Pandora’s box.
If you ignore grief, you dehumanize the process.
The result is you are damning yourself to a lifetime of suffering.
I am not saying to carry around your past.
I am however, suggesting that you learn from it.

Let the past be a guide.
Let her speak to you.
Let grief be a ritual, one worth honoring.
So, you do not go through the cycle on repeat.
Give yourself the time and respect to grieve whatever you are going thorough.

-Soren Johnsen

  Iron Rose


 
Iron rose

Once she was a caterpillar who consumed but leaves.
Bumbling about life, praying to make it to tomorrow.
She hummed a song of trust that did not need words.
Instinctively knowing that the universe would give her strength to make it to see tomorrow’s day.

When the time came, she made her cocoon out of silk.
Building her home under the ghost of a rose.
Here she lay in her state of metamorphosis.
Body decomposing as silk petals wilted.


Flesh fading as the color turned to grey.

Every night she would prey.
Body vulnerable, displayed naked before the world.

With but the thorns of her rose protector as her sword and shield… she would be victorious.
 
Her she would make her most magickal transformation of all.

Wings bent and stiff, drying from abuse.
Blooming forth, with colors of vibrancy.

A beauty so bright that God himself cried upon sight.

 Rising form the dead, the goddess did not wilt, nor crumble.
Alive with an appetite and hunger for life… she took a moment to breath.
The iron rose that protected her from harm now set her free.
Wings stretched out with pride and dignity… the queen took to the sky.


Sometimes she would return to her favorite garden, to sip nectar from his sweet embrace.
Giving thanks to the iron rose who had provided safety during her time of growth.
Yet she was no longer bound to his cage, and she would always fly free.
Knowing that no force in the universe could clip her wings.


Not even God can stop her now.


-Soren Johnsen
 
 
 
 
 

Cracked Glass

Cracked glass

I lived with you in a world of false reality.

All because I took your hand.

Together we rode upon your broken wings as you swept me away to never ever land.

The glass cracked, and reality bled through.

…….

I opened my eyes, and I was alone… and had been so all along.

Fear, betrayal, bitterness and of course contempt.

These emotions are dark as the night, and they poisoned my soul.

…….

Sick, desperate, and festering with fear I ventured into the depths of hell.

Down beneath the ground, where the flames burn hot, I saw his face.

The devil, like you my dear promised me lies.

With my remaining strength I punched the devil in the face and stabbed him in his darkened heart.

I swore that day to never fall for such temptation again.

…….

Growing up is part of life, some say the most painful part of all.

I want to say it happens to everyone, but that too is a delusion.

Many like I run away to never ever land where youth is eternally sipped from a goblet of false dreams.

There is a price tag for such is insanity so drink it wisely or perhaps it is better not to not indulge at all.

-Soren Johhsen