'The One Who Was Different', by Asya Acun

And I stood there,

Blood dripping from my hands.

Wondered,

Why I’m always all alone.

Yes, humans are cruel

But who said gods were any different?

I am a sorceress, the daughter of Helios and a hopeless lover.

I serve the wine and the flesh

To the ones who offend me the most.

A bunch of swines, squeaking in desperation

I turn my enemies into wolves and lions.

They should’ve never stepped foot on this place I call home.

Who knows how many spells they broke.

The island was quiet, surrounded by ruthless sailors.

With the monster I created, I faced the consequences

Of my ashaming actions I didn’t have control over.

Find me in my cabin, but remember

You might not return back home, sailor.

Do not be afraid young man, we’re both souls wandering in the darkness.

You and I are no different.

Asya Acun is a Turkish poet who writes about tragedies, historical events and anything heartbreaking. Her work has previously appeared in the Trouvaille Review .