Of Myth and Misery
By Frankie Valinda Ghee

I’ll tell you what I can
First, you should know
That none of this is planned
There was an alignment of the stars
Or a butterfly flapped its wings

Who knows?
But cosmically
There was not a single one of us
Who saw this coming

A person wakes up one morning
And swings her legs out of bed
Only to find herself sinking
Flailing
Beating at the liquid air

There is nothing she wouldn’t do
Nothing she would refuse
The one who offers up solid ground

The person who can end the panic
Is in that moment
The one true god of myth
And misery
She will worship him
Because she needs to believe