From far away I caught a glimpse,
A light my reason could not hold.
Haunting dark reality,
too bitter to accept,
too solid to deny,
Pushing me into far corners,
while the known and the unknown collide.
I dove into hostile waters.
Racing with sharks and other creatures of the depths,
I extended my fragile limbs.
With none to embrace me…
had turned all I loved to stone.
From the cauldron emerged a granite precipice.
Emitting eerie light,
it penetrated the darkness of my thoughts.
The noxious waves cast me upon that stony flesh,
to which I clung.
There I firmly planted the seeds which burst my skull.
Some distant day, to bear fruit.
Still that oasis showers me with razor rock.
other scavengers peck relentlessly at my back.
Trying my will in vain,
this too shall pass…
I have forged roots,
which neither stone,
nor vanity can daunt.
My roots reach the core of this world,
They drink from deathless springs which nurture through their trials.
I am but a part of this fierce,
flesh tearing womb.
I plunge my feet beyond the murky depths.
My hands soar to caress the stars, our neighbors.
My mind conceives my own existence.
Here I shall remain,
till others emerge from the cauldron.
Navigate the seething entrails of understanding,
imbibe the bitter sweet blood of life.
VAK – Athens 1993
Victoria Andre King is a freelance writer and audiovisual professional her novel The Führer Must Die is available for pre-orders and will be released on November 8th 2016 with Yucca Publications, an imprint of Sky Horse Publishing NYC.