Gravida and Parity

Once I learned to calculate 
What is contained in a single soul
I tied a red thread around my wrist

To serve as reminder
Not to make a wish.

Surely it is natural that rage is my center
When under duress;

Souls move through fire, eating up the air
Pregnant with an emptiness
Unknowable without first
Having felt its fullness.

Instincts are earned

Through foolish mistakes;

It is the duty of the Priestess

To teach us

The alchemy of transmuting 

Knowledge from regrets.

The Lion I beckon

A golden feline full of pride

Will come in his own time

If I look away 

And patiently wait.

From the bottom of the ocean

I look up to see the Sun 

A vision of dancing rays 

Across turbulent surface waves

Filtered through the muddled deep

Like a message, 

Delayed.