Blown into Oblivion

I am deeply grateful for the existence of our ability to forget.

There is no name known for its god in my own culture.

The gods we worshipped were of nature, of justice, of little else than these two fundamentals.

So I will thank that of the Greeks.

Lethe.

Oblivion.

Without you, I may not have had the strength to go on.

It is difficult to crawl into a future you already fear with the weight of past pains crushing your back.

And I will always carry them but

They do not burden me the way I have seen them bear down on others.

I am thankful for it.

She is a river, rushing over me, making me whole again.

Phobos and I have been many imaginary places, seen many things behind our eyes that could never have touched what would come.

But if you keep walking along the wrong path for long enough,

Sometimes pain will take too much hold

And the fear will fade away

And the exhaustion seeps into your bones so thickly -

A weight of bitter tar and the liquid gold the gods shed in battle -

That you have no more option than to give up on defeat and save yourself.

So I thank Lethe.

For the bridges I have washed away in my fragile memory

With her by my side,

Turning the pain into a duller ache

Gently, gently.

I thank her for her devotion to my health, even when I begged for retribution.

Gently, she comes to me.

Draws about me like a soft stream to calm my raging waters.

It is not real, anymore,

She whispers, lulling me into her open arms...

It was then.

And you are here.

And you are with me.

And you are alive.