The prompts for today’s Three Word Wednesday are
karma ~ obey ~ wither.
When a spirit is smothered
throughout a lifetime,
the heart turns to stone
the soul withers and
the body becomes an abandoned
decayed shell devoid of light
Some will say this is karma,
that Moirai did not look
kindly upon this soul at birth,
this life of sorrow, measured
by moments of fear,
intimidation and hopelessness,
together at birth they
spun, measured and cut
a toxic karma for a soul who
believes that to obey is the
only hope for evolution, while he
waits in agony for the quick cut
of Atropos’ shears
and sweet, dark oblivion
7 thoughts on “Toxic Karma”
wow, I really like the pacing, the brooding the dark lines. Great lines throughout this. Thanks so much for sharing.
Deep and excellent words on Karma, there. Nicely done.
Thanks, guys. I’m not sure I believe in karma but it makes for interesting conversation!
There is an interesting dichotomy to this poem. This person’s karma seems written by the Fates. Fate implies an inevitability to a life, while karma assumes a souls actions as instrumental. Perhaps the Morai consider the karma of a souls previous life? But that life, too, would have been written by the Morai? You’ve got me thinking………
As the Goddesses of Fate, the Moirai ordains a person’s life path at birth. A person whose believes in this definition of Karma (Greek mythology) rightly feels he has no power over his own path, that it is predetermined. Fate might imply an inevitability to a life, as you say, but what is the quality of that life? Maybe he just perseveres a life of struggle day by day anticipating the freedom he expects from Atropos’ shears – cutting him loose to a better life next time around.
I think the quality of life for a fatalist is acceptance, or the extent of ones acceptance. The leap of faith for this person is the expectation of reincarnation. Which is not a concept that I am familiar with in Greek/Roman mythology (not that we have to constrain our thinking to that!). He could also hope to be judged positively in the afterlife, moving to the peace of heaven on not the Underworld. Nonetheless, his wishing for the mercy of Atropos shears is a tragedy. And your depiction of it here is powerful.
Interesting and challenging. I like the rhythm, the flow and the thought…