Amethyst

In your irrational anger

the innocent suffered

Unknowing of your fiery fury

she walked

went on her way

as Amethyst

not expecting the tigers that would soon attack

She had no Diana

to turn her into quartz

No protection came her way

Your tigers pounced

ate their fill

and left small pieces of her

scattered

Aeolus

Keeper of the winds

The winds

controlled prisoner in a cave

Held captive in the unknown enclaves of the mind

The past is dangerous

Like the winds

Liberate from the prison cavern

menacing memories of childhood

longing for freedom

The enormous leather bag

contains things I have tried not to remember

I have guarded the pouch

never opening it for fear of the storms it brings

Tornadoes in the heartland of my home

Hurricanes on my sandy shores

I have grown weary of guarding the bag

I am tired now

having spent all my time protecting the pouch

This task kept me from becoming who I was supposed to be

If I open the stained and old leather bag

letting the winds free

releasing the past

Will I survive the storm

or will what lies hidden in the pouch

destroy me