Ahem!To the harbour!
Ahem!To the harbour!
Time for emotional labour
before the Ship sails!
Ahem!Fellow human!
Or did I meant Ahemait?
the personification of divine retribution
for all the wrongs one had committed
in life dwelling in the Hall of Ma'at-
the hall of two truths
Truth and justices sometimes are
like a disambiguation or a silver lining
ahem... Ahemait. . .
Aha!Déjà vu!
The hearts of those who failed
to do the emotional labour
are dying a second death
Those who tried to swim in the ocean of emotions
instead of geting in to the ship
are eaten by a crocodile
and those who run away to the desert
run away from their feelings
are eaten by a lioness
Or those who runed through the desert
and jumped in to the ocean
are eaten by a hippopotamus!
And their unworthy hearts are cast in the lake of fire
Ahem to the harbour!
Time for emotional labour
before the ship sails
Said the lady of flame
and embrassed the Master of Time
dressed in red
as her body took on
the bright glare of the midday sun.
- Sometimes a mother has to observe
her children like a vulture, she sighed. . .
When will they learn that a harbour
is not only a place to find refuge at
but a shelter to hold and turn over in their mind?
Poetry by night soul woman
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Written on 2007-02-02 at 17:24
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