childofvanaheim:Devotional Poetry, 6/9 — Burning in my skin, piercing through flesh grow a p
childofvanaheim: Devotional Poetry, 6/9 — Burning in my skin, piercing through flesh grow a pair of raptor’s wings tawny as an owl in the low branches. They thread outward, and as I cry out, calm fingers outstretch collecting my tears. “So you choose sorrow,” every syllable knowing. Freedom is iron on the tongue. Valshamr comes with a price, which finds purchase in my suffering courage buried deep in the soil. I root in the ground, sightless, searching. My heart throbs like a canvas drum. It booms: “Mardoll, Vanadis, Freyja.” Text © k.d. or @childofvanaheim. Please do not remove the caption and/or repost. This is so, so powerful. @childofvanaheim, you continue to amaze me. -- source link
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