Our way pauses where three roads meet.
We ask, "Which?"
No goddess, we, seeing all paths;
We but bear her gifts--
Torch, knife, cord.
Even in darkness,
The goddess walks with us.
Fear shifts into curiosity,
Coalesces into
Decision.
We ask, "Which path?" and choose.
Torchlight guides us,
Knife cuts us free,
Cord commits us anew.
We move forward, even unto
Hades.
Author notes
A poem about Hecate and human decision-making.
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Which road? Is that more important than the way we walk it? What we walk it with? Who is walking it? Is it all the same?
I like this write, with he imagery of the 'torch' to guide, 'knife' to discriminate and 'chord' to trust and bind ourselves with.
Excellent!
Sol
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this is an interesting concept. a thoughtprovoking read. I enjoyed. - NANGALEEMA
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I haven't read the shorter version. I can't imagine this being any shorter,so this is probably the better version.I liked it. it was interesting all the way through and I'm still thinking about it. and I'm guessing it's about how We're given the tools but our way is our (humanity's) own.
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That's the way life is for all of us, we each need to choose and find our way, this is a good write.
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Thank you for reading the complete version of this poem.
I'm glad you enjoyed it.
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I like this. Great job!
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Thank you! I like this better than the shorter version, too.
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