Pandora’s Box
I often like to explain my anxiety
Using Greek Mythology as a lens to look through
Others may be able to understand
How it has sculpted me,
The Pygmalion to my Galatea
What if I said I feel like I’m falling
My golden wings dripping down my back?
Maybe they’ll finally see
If I say I empathized with Persephone,
Imprisoned by my own mind
Instead of pomegranate seeds.
Should I say I’ve suffered Cerebus?
That valiant monster roaring to rip my head off
Or is it better to say I feel stretched too thin?
Afraid my golden thread will snap at any second
Perhaps I should mention the anguish in my brain
Almost as if goddess Athena is trapped within
Will they believe me if I said my thoughts come
Creeping in like words whispered
Between Pyramus and Thisbe’s wall?
How every reflection, every memory
Beckons to me like Eurydice?
Or is it better to keep Pandora’s box closed
And keep everything inside?
