The Penelope (in Me)

A poem about loyalty, inner battles, and the return to self.

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I walked through tempests

with no stars to chart,

Each shore a question,

every bed a test.

The gods I blamed

were figments of my heart,

and still I sailed,

unrested,

yet obsessed.

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The suitors feasted

on my thoughts each night,

disguised as doubt,

desire,

or past regret.

But I returned

with salt still in my sight,

and found no throne,

just silence,

and a threat.

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A mirror waited

where her face should be.

No veil,

no voice,

just breath that matched my own.

I saw not her,

but me, unravelled free:

a soul once lost,

now claimed and overgrown.

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To love yourself

is not to be alone.

But to come home

and know what

you’ve always known.

The journey 

Is what matters most. 

And at the End,

Penelope  will wait for you

On shore 

Reminding you,

Souls can never be lost.

You meet her inside you

After the a trip of find 

And loss…