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~ By Courtesy of Others ~

 

Sigynís Angst

The bowl is full again.
Can you see My tears through Your haze of agony?
Over your screams of pain can You hear Me crying?
The bowl is full again.
Does the snake ever run out of venom?
Will it ever run out? Ever?
Will it ever die, and take Your pain with it?
The bowl is full again.
Does Our Son speak to You, even though Heís dead
Is He sorry that He keeps You chained to Your rocky bed?
The bowl is full again.
They said Your Children were monsters,
Ripped Them from Their Motherís arms.
The bowl is full again.
But I know how much You love Us,
Both Your Wives, all of Your Children.
The bowl is full again.
How dare They punish You when
They Themselves are not innocent of wrong doing?
The bowl is full again.
Why are none of Them being made to pay for Their crimes?
What nerve, what utter gall.
The bowl is full again.
Itís been hard for Me, I confess,
To stay loyal, to stay true.
The bowl is full again.
I must be insane to keep doing this
Has My love for You driven Me
to have no regard for Myself?
The bowl is full again.
My Children are dead, the One killed by the Other
And My Beloved lies here in agony.
The bowl is full again.
Why am I not angry?
Why am I not out there fighting for Your freedom?
Why canít I free you Myself?
The bowl is full again.
Iíve tried, I have really tried
But the chains are too strong,
Even in death My Son is strong.
The bowl is full again.
Please, Beloved, forgive Me.
I hope that My inability to free You
Does not destroy laughter.
The bowl is full again.
Do the People who remember You think less of Me
For not being able to do what I wish I could have?
The bowl is full again.
I tried, I really tried,
But all I could do was try to relieve Your pain.
The bowl is full again.
I hope I can be forgiven.
Will I ever be able to stop crying?
The bowl is full again.
I wish I could do more, so much more,
But all I can do is catch what poison I can.
The bowl is full again.
The Hag and I finally see eye-to-eye on something,
Because for You, We Both mourn

© Tracy Nichols

Published in her book: "From the Heart, For the Heart",
a collection of essays, prayers, and poems about Loki.
Used by permission.

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