Medusa

I always held, 

deep within a heart of stone,

Some kind of kinship

A connection unknown

With the ones they call the gorgons.

They sit among

Humans, frozen in song, 

And let themselves believe

That nothing could be wrong. 

In that, we are the same. 

And yet,

When one stares into my soul, 

I find that I crack

Instead of freezing into a whole,

And lose myself in her spell. 

It is when

She looks away, 

That I fall,

Her ever-complacent prey, 

Into pits of snakes.

And here I lay,

Safe as sturdy stone, 

Yet I can never escape

The cracks that form of being alone

Without her enchantment to give me a home.