the girl with the onyx ring
Apr. 1st, 2020 10:07 amwhen i was 18, i would flip through the design toscano catalog and imagine living in my magickal house, with gargoyles as guardians and faeries in the garden
every piece of furniture would be something unique, old but loved, or simply so perfect i would find a way to buy it new at full price.
time off would be spend at the goth club, in esbat circle with friends, ren faire, concerts, and creative adventures.
i would find my Gomez and we would be together forever
i would accomplish something fulfilling to me, such as working in mental health or becoming a published author
the idea of a typical suburban life was not something i saw in my future. no wasting my life away in front of the TV
or buying expensive stuff to impress people I could care less about while my husband whacks off in the bathroom every night because our sex life is terrible and we've let ourselves go
or buying expensive stuff to impress people I could care less about while my husband whacks off in the bathroom every night because our sex life is terrible and we've let ourselves go
too old
too broke
too tired
uninspired
uneducated
frustrated
.......these words never once entered my consciousness
i was fully convinced it all would happen, and then some.
when i was 24, i escaped an attempted rape and a seriously abusive relationship
finally, finally, i had my own little space to call home
gaining a desperately needed sense of self-confidence, i began making dedicated efforts to regenerate my craft practice,
my writing and creative expression
and learning to be a little (deservedly) selfish in bed
putting myself first actually enjoying myself for a change
one day at the antique shop, i gifted myself a vintage onyx ring
it was more than i had a right to spend but it called to me
and i figured no man had gifted me expensive jewelry and may never
now is the time, now is the hour...
in ritual clouds of smoke, i promised that i would not betray myself ever again
looking back, i can't say i held to that oath
but i held onto the ring
sometimes i think you do what you need to do
and hope that Spirit gets it; will eventually set you straight
when i was 29, i had taken a leap and moved halfway across the country
i had a plan, i was doing it
finally going to school had a group of (so-called) friends
never mind the fact that i was slowly killing myself in that relationship
so yeah, maybe i betrayed myself for a bit
for the greater good of what was to come
for if i never came to Texas with the wrong one
i would have never met the boy from across the graveyard
and oh how serendipitous it would have all been
how nice to think that everything had led to this person, and i'd finally have a piece of my loveliest dreams
ha!
when i was 35 and walking between worlds and truths and versions of myself
i'd come home from the Samhain ritual smelling of incense and pumpkin and crisp autumn night air
as i prepared my shower and undressed, my onyx ring feel off
i had not worn it in years but for whatever reason decided to dig it out of the jewelry box that night
it hit the toilet, clink
then the tile floor. the stone had come loose
an omen.
i freaked.
you thought you could do this.
you think the I would let you get away with it so easily?
at that moment, i was called back to center, to me, to the visions I once saw in full, vivid color
i grasped, i hustled
i tasted moments of success and love
i fell into a dark hole deeper than I'd ever experienced
i grasped, i hustled
i tasted moments of success and love
i fell into a dark hole deeper than I'd ever experienced
when I am 40 will I be able to tell Her
"sorry hon. I tried"
being alive and safe has to be enough
being alive and safe has to be enough
will she feel accepting of her future fate, will she surrender without giving me too much of a hassle?
"it is what is is'
or will my halfhearted smile give it all away?
will she rebel, write furiously in a secret diary her plans for a future she still clings to
will she refuse, sing defiantly
"there's emptiness behind their eyes, there's dust in all their hearts"
will she give me some sort of resigned peace?
let me take the ambitions and secret desires
wrap them up in strands of hair, herbs of green
bound by a black onyx ring
whisper apologies and finally bury Her deep in the Earth
peace now, girl.
peace now, girl.
it was just a song.
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Date: 2020-04-03 04:10 pm (UTC)The thing is, why carry these feelings around when it does nothing but cause distress?
I dont want to be old and jaded and become a Karen lol
maybe the best way to avoid that fate is to really bury the young dreamer, and find some sort of peace with whatever I have now.
I suppose I want something good to come of this virus situation. It seems that many people are being called to re-evaluate themselves and where their life is headed. When this is over I want to move forward with maybe a little bit more authenticity and a new vision for my life? Not quite sure how to phrase it but yeah, something like that.
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Date: 2020-04-03 04:47 pm (UTC)Figure 2: "Will the flood behind me put out the fire inside me?"
I think there has to be some way to tally it all together.
To learn and grow and improve from where we have been, and also evolve into new forms that carry us towards the future.
I have not been feeling beautiful lately.
But I still believe in beauty, and I still believe that things come in cycles.
So, I still have hope.
I still have fight.