MEDUSA

What is not understood is mostly feared
The story of greatness tells us
About how the world can be so unwelcoming
To you, and to anything
To be outside of the usual
That it actually perceives to be more true
And terrifyingly beautiful

So do not let the world
Push you into places
Where your light cannot be seen
Where your beauty can’t be shown
Where you feel you have to remain
Burying yourself in solid black soil
Hiding deep down mountainous terrain

Ignorance loves only what seems known
So don’t worry about the world
And being feared as were the gods
Allow yourself to be found
In the grand liberty of madness
By a solitary wanderer
Resting on your burial mound