Past Lives poem by Laura Greenall

Past Lives

By Laura Greenall

Cerberus guards the gates of my hell,

While I push my burden ever upward.

I am Prometheus bound upon the mountain

While the eagles tear out my entrails day after day.

Harpies fly around me, banshees scream in my ears.

Whirling dervishes dance about me

Begging me to throw myself on the pyre.

As Scheherazade, I spin my thousand and one tales

The fates cut the thread

And the tapestry of my life unravels.

Only to reweave and begin again