Blaze | by Victoria Gugenheim

I am too big for you,

Your old adages and totems.

You stick together out of fear,

Of the other

Of change

Of difference

But that in trinity makes you small

Weak,

Unadept,

Makes you cower,

Founder,

Slow, and dim.

It will be your downfall,

I am ember,

You are wick,

It doesn't take much

For an inferno to be lit,

Incandescent,

I raze your ideas to the ground.

Victoria Gugenheim is a contributing editor at Medusa Rising. This poem originally appeared on her Substack.

Author's Note: This sparse poem is about turbulence, and overcoming old and dated ideas that don't serve us, especially in the hands of male power and violence. I'm sure detractors may think it a little ironic to create a poem about destruction, but it's the linguistic/conceptual equivalent of a forest fire; where it ‘razes’, it allows seeds to bloom. Blaze is not just a discriptor, but a verb, a call to arms. Burn as bright as you can in the face of those who want you subdued. You have a right to shine.

Maybe this post moved you? Would you like to dedicate it in the name of an ancestor, sister, sister-friend, lover, daughter? Use Eopsin's Ward to have your dedication added here.

Add your voice to this Gorgon chorous? Visit Contribute.