Passage
And it was cold… so cold,
and it was dark… so dark,
this cave of me.
Mother I thought I would never return,
deep jagged shadows consuming me,
then molten lost memories
rising through the freeze
to enveloping my skin,
shrouding me in a fiery cape.
I was slow inside of it,
confused and frightened
within this keeper of the gate.
Then a sound. Out of me came tears
hissing water on smoldering fire
like salty seafoam on liquid lava.
They were droplets at first, eaten up by heat
but they grew and flowed,
trickling, then streaming from my eyes
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