Young Writers Society

29.

Grace

Euphrosyne, Aglaia, and Thalia

what is grace?
is it the melodies sung, late at night,
or the gentle touch of your mother's hand?

is grace the chirping morning birds?
they sing with purity,
a song of the wind, the skies, and the sun.

grace could be the rocking of a bassonette,
comforting a sleeping child,
or the raindrops falling on a windowsill.

but to me, grace is earned.
it's the trait we develop when we realize,
that life isn't always fair.

so, allow grace to engulf you with open arms,
for once you have grace,
you have contentment.

30.

A Poetic Pantheon

I crave a love like Psyche and Eros
unconditional yet forbidden
so I could feel some sense of
adventure, for once.

It'd be nice to have a bond similar to
Apollo and Artemis
inseperable yet competitive
one that keeps me entertained.

but, oh how I'd love to be strong
like Hera and Zeus
just simply existing
to feel an inch of power.

I wish I could be as maternal as
Eileithyia, calm and collected
enough so that I
could be the perfect mother.

but my hands are not delicate
they resemble Perses
destroying everything and everyone
that I touch.

and I tend to fear like
Phobos, indirect yet simplistic
but reign terror like Deimos,
scaring everyone away with just a glance.

if I could, I'd be confident
like Ares, strong and uncontrolled
egotistic and brave
I'd take no mercy from any god.

how unstoppable would I be
if I possessed beauty like Aphrodite,
my skin would be flawless,
and I'd attract the upmost attention.

and if I was wise, like Athena,
I'd be graciously bound
to the ethical things in life
and maybe then, people would listen.

to be infamous like Nyx,
it'd make my life so much easier
I'd control the stars and
set my constallations so you can't find me.

if my voice was like Harmonia's
maybe then I could stop the famine
and disease, and the war
that is happening within my core.

if the seas adored me like they adore
Amphitrite, I could be swift
and swim through your seas
with no hesitation.

after that, Chaos could bless me
and I'd finally be able to
control my withering fate
because then, I'd be unique.

you should fear me,
like Hades' brothers did
and send me to the Underworld
where'd I'd live and rule happily.

and I'm sorry I'm not Asclepius
or I'd heal every single one of the
wounds I caused,
but everything I touch just dies.

I wish I had grace like
Euphrosyne, Aglaia, and Thalia
because then I wouldn't be so anxious
and I wouldn't hide anymore.

I find myself relating to Oizys
as I only radiate pain and depression
something I can't control
a trait I was simply born with.

if I was curious, maybe then I'd stop
walking myself into these situations
where I just ruin things
like Pandora.

magic could heal me
so sometimes I reach out to Hecate
but she just releases me
because I cannot be fixed.

so, instead I try to be a hero
and embrace my inner Heracles
but with every kill I just grow weaker
until I'm forgotten.

and it turns me ruthless like Demeter,
heartless and uncanny
so much so that I think my own
daughter resents me.

sometimes, I wish I could create my own planet
like Gaia, I'd protect all my children
until I no longer can,
and all that work would be for nothing.

am I your definition of home?
because you told Hestia I was
but your actions don't show it
so am I really home, to you?

you made me into a monster
and now I have the mindset of Poseidon
I destroy, and disattach, and control
all those that defy me.

you make me feel ugly, as if I'm
Hephaestus, broken and unloved
but why? You're wrong
I create the most beautiful masterpieces.

instead of hurting you,
I get drunk and sip my wine
I've transformed into Dionysus
I long for a feeling I can't get sober.

and that makes me cunning
like Hermes, I feel uplifted
and it allows my soul to fly into a demension
where I am loved.

but those are just dreams
and my eyes will eventually open
Morpheus tricks me every time
so I'd rather be asleep, than awake.