Clueless

Clueless

channelling Ariadne

My thread just ran out….
makes me clueless I guess
So I sit here in the dark
wondering what is the point

There is no minotaur in the labyrinth
Only me
There is no dashing hero
Only me
There is no drunken god,
Wooing me with his seductive wiles
Only an empty vessel
I drank him dry-

There is only me
But there IS me
I am here
I am awake
And breathing
Dead and reborn
Clay footed
Star crowned
Crone-virgin
Goddess

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