I have grown a lot this year
But not up
I have been growing roots into the soil of my soul
I have reached my branches inward
Leaves unfurling into darkness
This is where the silence of my voice becomes empowered
This is where my becoming is embraced into decay
This is where I am a fallen fairy
A gallery of dead portraits of all the things I never have become
Yet
This is my shape-shifting shadow
Shades of sunken eyes
Shower of ashes
Shelter for shrunken reality
Small and soft and silver haired and trailed
And powerful in her slowness
powerful in her slowness
Beautiful in her crooked formless form
Growing down
Into darkness and coolness
Into hardness
And then break
Break down
Break in
Into the molten core
Where I burn
Yearning to emerge deeper in
How much further down into the center can I go?
I do not know
But here we go
Down and down and down
Into the glowing embers of remembrance
Forging forgetfulness for the purpose of continuation
Hagar Harpak (she/her) is a mama of two, a kitchen witch, a storyteller, a ceremony facilitator, a yoga, meditation, and breath-work teacher, an explorer of the intersection of Mother Nature, mythology, philosophy, poetry, magic, seasons, and somatics. She’s been weaving myths into movement since 2004.
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