The Queen Shall Rise

Image by Kristy Mitchell

“The Queen shall rise. The Queen shall rise.”

Hear these words as they take hold.
There is no going backward through this cosmic birth canal.
This galactic funnel pouring the truth through it’s ever narrowing portal. 
There is only room for the seeds of change, for the core roots to travel through.

So listen closely abusers, cheaters, liers, manipulators.
Those who inflate then devalue.
Who decieve then justify their behaviour with fingers pointing and fists held high.
Those whose words sprint to the finish line to claim first prize.
Those who persecute, externalizing their inner all-consuming fire. 
Those who claim to know the truth, hell ablaze in their evangelical style. 
Those who push away with the very force they criticize.

Look deeply at your decrepit nightmare, balancing out your grandiosity. 
For what is seen with the naked eye, the inner eye belies.
Under the glow, mystique, charm and incessant hiding
Is a vacuous empty hollow pride. 
Is a vacuous stifled hollow inside.
And for that loss, that lack, that death found inside...there is mercy. 
But never a mercy that hands over its power in a deranged sacrifice.

So go... be on your way.
Go live your hyperbolic omnipresent holiday.
For the queen is sitting still. She is here to stay.
Sifting through her old self-destructive ways. Sitting with the pain.
Only to rise up once again. 
Only to rise up once again.

Joanna Renee Fassl

7/9/2019