On The Way To Animus-range

She stands

in the middle of her “labyrinth”,

dealing with inner Minotaurs,

searching for a way out.

All paths look the same,

at this moment

of emotional loudness

and chest-upheaval.

It’s me. I’m the problem.

It’s all fault of my female sentimental side!

So what? Should I deny it?

Are my feelings guilty

of making me less tough?

Is my gender signaling

weakness?

Do I have to force my earthly nature

to become “male”?

Tired of the purposeless wandering,

exhausted from the whining

and the irresponsible attitude

of “others do things to me",

she stops every movement,

asking for help

from the great liberator called

“self-observer”.

She hears her breathing,

she eavesdrops on her thoughts

and their consequences,

she recalls her actions and reactions

of the pre-labyrinth incident,

sensing in parallel her body’s correspondence

to the inferences that emerge.

But she’s not ready to fully surpass

the fallacy yet.

Feeling her invisible context

becoming more and more narrow,

seeing the surroundings

as tigers ready to eat

her antelope-an self-confidence,

there is only one direction left to look at;

Up.

What am I?

Why am I?

What to become?

How did I come?

The earthly “me” was conceived

by the commingling

of a man’s and a woman’s substances.

Proportionally, my whole

existence was synthesized

by the combination

of male and female powers.

Wherever there is “birth”,

a unification of

masculine and feminine principles

has been occurred.

If I destroy any of these two in me,

I won’t be whole.

If I deify or demonize any of these two in me,

I won’t be balanced.

And, my purpose is to realize

this whole, balanced “me”.

No competition.

No superiority. No inferiority.

Two powerful factors,

complementing to each other,

each of them contributing

its part to the creation of

everything that is created.

I don’t have to silence Anima.

I just have to listen to Animus

without passing its messages

through the “prejudiced” filters

of my personality.

I don’t have to kill my Anima-skills

as manifested on earth.

I just have to grow my Animus ones.

All Minotaurs became tiny

under the lens of clarity.

All walls collapsed

by the vigorous hands of responsibility.

The illusory labyrinth

became dust

in the wind

of awareness.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives