Punk Rock & Hollyhock
A poem about finding new rhythms in healing
When I sit down to analyze how my personality appears to others (which is a totally normal thing to do, of course), I often think of Persephone, who is both a goddess of flowers and a maiden of the underworld. These seem like contrasting concepts, but in reality, they are closely intertwined.
Sometimes I feel as though my soul is a walking contradiction; I love hard-hitting punk rock, but I also love soft, delicate flowers. But I guess I’d rather be multi-faceted than linear, as outlined in this poem.
The songs I used to play
Don’t feel the same
The torment that once
Spun circles in my head
Has slipped away
The music doesn’t stir
What it used to
But does that make it
Any less healing?
Now I dance to the beat
Of a different drum
One I thought
Forever lost
The hum of my heart
Backed by good ole
Punk rock
Wearing a blooming crown
Of hollyhock
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