Persephone Made Me Do It (Myth and Magick)

by Trista Mateer

GRIEF FOR THE GIRL I USED TO BE. WE’LL NEVER KNOW WHAT SHE COULD HAVE BECOME.

sometimes grief makes more sense than reason

She says, How can you be mad at me? I created you. I say, That is why I am angry.

My world ended and I did not die. Perhaps I should have. It would have been easier.

You don’t get to go through Hell and come out the same.

I AM NO LONGER ASKING FOR PERMISSION OR FORGIVENESS.

I AM THE DARKNESS.

I MIGHT SCREAM AND CRY AND CURSE TOO MUCH AND STAY UP TOO LATE AND KISS THE WRONG PEOPLE AND RUIN MYSELF AND DROWN IN MY OWN SADNESS AND CRACK THE EARTH RIGHT IN HALF BUT I WILL NEVER BE RELEGATED TO A BLANK PAGE LIKE THE WOMEN BEFORE ME YOU WILL KNOW MY FUCKING NAME

In the name of Persephone, I embrace my duality. The day and night in me no longer frighten me.

grief for the girl I used to be & grief for the years I missed her but couldn’t name the feeling & grief for the remembering

ALL DETAILS CHANGE OVER TIME. ARGUING THE TRUTH IS SENSELESS. TELL THE STORY YOU CAN LIVE WITH.

She who walks into Hell and makes it her kingdom instead of her torment.

You want to know what happened to me? I was a girl. Now I am a god.

Every woman goes through Hell and comes out again changed.