all you can see are my travels and they are the least of me
"You are almost home,
get down
on your knees and kiss
the grit and sand of Ithaca."
Just beautiful
Two voices
One destination
This is a needed reminder.......deep gratitude.
Medea
~
I am not going to ask you to forgive me.
That is the first thing
you need to understand.
Forgiveness is a comfort
for the one who did not have to choose.
I chose.
And before you decide
what that makes me —
you should know
what was removed.
Not love.
Love goes first.
Easily.
It burns bright
and dies
without instruction.
What remains
is structure.
Position.
Name.
I built his future
with my own hands.
Not metaphor.
Not devotion.
Hands.
I left my father.
My country.
My language.
I did things
you would not name
if you wanted to keep
your world intact.
For him.
That is the part
they call magic.
As if calling it that
makes it less exact.
He took it.
All of it.
And then —
he stepped into a room
I could not enter.
Not because I was unworthy.
Because I was no longer useful.
There is a difference.
You think the break
is the betrayal.
It isn't.
Men leave.
Men reattach themselves
to easier structures
all the time.
The break
is the realization
that nothing I had done
would follow him there.
Not the risk.
Not the cost.
Not the blood.
He would become
what I made possible
without me.
And I —
I would become
what he could step away from.
That is where
you would have me stop.
Grieve.
Weep.
Become smaller
so the story can close.
But you misunderstand
what was built in me.
I do not reduce.
I resolve.
And when I understood
there was no place left
for me
inside the structure
I had helped create —
I removed
the structure.
Not in anger.
Do not give me that.
Anger is quick.
This was not quick.
This was precise.
You want the children
to be the question.
They are not.
They are the answer.
The only thing
that could not be absorbed
into his future
that would remain
untouched by him
if I did nothing.
I did not act
to hurt him.
I acted
to ensure
there would be nothing left
of me
that he could use.
That is not madness.
That is completion.
And if you are waiting
to say I regret it —
you will wait
as long
as I did.
Because regret
is for those
who believe
there was another way
to remain whole.
There wasn't.
Jason
I did not deceive her.
you should understand.
Nothing I asked for
was hidden.
Nothing I accepted
was forced.
She chose me.
Do not remove that
because it makes you uncomfortable.
She saw what I was
before I became it.
Ambition is not subtle.
Need is not quiet.
I required movement.
A future
that did not yet exist.
And she —
she had access
to things I did not.
Knowledge.
Means.
A willingness
to act
where others hesitate.
We recognized that
in each other.
That is not exploitation.
That is alignment.
You call it love
if you need to soften it.
I did not.
I called it
what it was.
Necessary.
And it worked.
Everything you know of me
comes from that period.
Every door that opened.
Every name that followed mine.
Every structure
I now stand inside.
We built that.
Together.
Do not rewrite it
so you can assign
clean blame.
She left with me.
She acted with me.
She benefited
Until —
it became clear
that what we had built
required a different shape
to continue.
This is where
you begin to judge.
Because you prefer
consistency
to outcome.
I do not.
A man in my position
does not have that luxury.
Stability requires
recognition.
Recognition requires
association.
Association requires
legitimacy.
She could not provide that.
Not anymore.
Not in the world
we had entered.
You think this is about
feeling.
It is about continuity.
About ensuring
that what was built
does not collapse
because of its origins.
I did not discard her.
I adapted.
I offered her
what could be offered.
Protection.
Provision.
Distance
from the consequences
that were already forming
around her actions.
She did not want that.
She wanted equivalence.
That was never
possible.
Not because I decided it.
Because the structure
would not hold it.
You can call that
unfair.
It changes nothing.
I moved
where the structure allowed.
She refused
to move at all.
we separated.
Not in betrayal.
In divergence.
And what she did after —
you want me
to account for that.
To fold it back
into my decision
as if it was inevitable.
It wasn't.
There were other ways
for her to exist.
She rejected them.
Do not assign
her choices
to me.
I did not create
what she became.
I created
what I am.
And I stand inside it.
Fully.
Without apology.
Because if you are asking me
whether I would undo it —
whether I would return
to what I was
before her —
the answer is no.
Not because she was nothing.
Because she was
part of something
that had to end
for this
ah Ithaca! Beautiful
T H A N K Y O U ♥️
Thought provoking. Haunting. True.
i do this as well. i have Medea and Jason, and many others. Medea and Jason is perhaps my favourite. there was so much to play with...
Thank you so much. It touches my heart❤️again.
"You are almost home,
get down
on your knees and kiss
the grit and sand of Ithaca."
Just beautiful
Two voices
One destination
This is a needed reminder.......deep gratitude.
Medea
~
I am not going to ask you to forgive me.
~
That is the first thing
you need to understand.
~
Forgiveness is a comfort
for the one who did not have to choose.
~
I chose.
~
And before you decide
what that makes me —
~
you should know
what was removed.
~
Not love.
~
Love goes first.
Easily.
~
It burns bright
and dies
without instruction.
~
What remains
is structure.
~
Position.
~
Name.
~
I built his future
with my own hands.
~
Not metaphor.
~
Not devotion.
~
Hands.
~
I left my father.
My country.
My language.
~
I did things
you would not name
if you wanted to keep
your world intact.
~
For him.
~
That is the part
they call magic.
~
As if calling it that
makes it less exact.
~
He took it.
~
All of it.
~
And then —
~
he stepped into a room
I could not enter.
~
Not because I was unworthy.
~
Because I was no longer useful.
~
There is a difference.
~
You think the break
is the betrayal.
~
It isn't.
~
Men leave.
~
Men reattach themselves
to easier structures
all the time.
~
The break
is the realization
~
that nothing I had done
would follow him there.
~
Not the risk.
Not the cost.
Not the blood.
~
He would become
what I made possible
~
without me.
~
And I —
~
I would become
what he could step away from.
~
That is where
you would have me stop.
~
Grieve.
Weep.
Become smaller
so the story can close.
~
But you misunderstand
what was built in me.
~
I do not reduce.
~
I resolve.
~
And when I understood
there was no place left
for me
inside the structure
I had helped create —
~
I removed
the structure.
~
Not in anger.
~
Do not give me that.
~
Anger is quick.
This was not quick.
~
This was precise.
~
You want the children
to be the question.
~
They are not.
~
They are the answer.
~
The only thing
that could not be absorbed
into his future
without me.
~
The only thing
that would remain
untouched by him
if I did nothing.
~
I did not act
to hurt him.
~
I acted
to ensure
there would be nothing left
of me
that he could use.
~
That is not madness.
~
That is completion.
~
And if you are waiting
for me
to say I regret it —
~
you will wait
as long
as I did.
~
Because regret
is for those
who believe
there was another way
to remain whole.
~
There wasn't.
~
Jason
~
I did not deceive her.
~
That is the first thing
you should understand.
~
Nothing I asked for
was hidden.
~
Nothing I accepted
was forced.
~
She chose me.
~
Do not remove that
because it makes you uncomfortable.
~
She saw what I was
before I became it.
~
Ambition is not subtle.
~
Need is not quiet.
~
I required movement.
~
Position.
~
A future
that did not yet exist.
~
And she —
~
she had access
to things I did not.
~
Knowledge.
~
Means.
~
A willingness
to act
where others hesitate.
~
We recognized that
in each other.
~
That is not exploitation.
~
That is alignment.
~
You call it love
if you need to soften it.
~
I did not.
~
I called it
what it was.
~
Necessary.
~
And it worked.
~
Everything you know of me
comes from that period.
~
Every door that opened.
~
Every name that followed mine.
~
Every structure
I now stand inside.
~
We built that.
~
Together.
~
Do not rewrite it
so you can assign
clean blame.
~
She left with me.
~
She acted with me.
~
She benefited
as I did.
~
Until —
~
it became clear
that what we had built
required a different shape
to continue.
~
This is where
you begin to judge.
~
Because you prefer
consistency
to outcome.
~
I do not.
~
A man in my position
does not have that luxury.
~
Stability requires
recognition.
~
Recognition requires
association.
~
Association requires
legitimacy.
~
She could not provide that.
~
Not anymore.
~
Not in the world
we had entered.
~
You think this is about
feeling.
~
It isn't.
~
It is about continuity.
~
About ensuring
that what was built
does not collapse
because of its origins.
~
I did not discard her.
~
I adapted.
~
There is a difference.
~
I offered her
what could be offered.
~
Protection.
~
Provision.
~
Distance
from the consequences
that were already forming
around her actions.
~
She did not want that.
~
She wanted equivalence.
~
That was never
possible.
~
Not because I decided it.
~
Because the structure
would not hold it.
~
You can call that
unfair.
~
It changes nothing.
~
I moved
where the structure allowed.
~
She refused
to move at all.
~
That is where
we separated.
~
Not in betrayal.
~
In divergence.
~
And what she did after —
~
you want me
to account for that.
~
To fold it back
into my decision
as if it was inevitable.
~
It wasn't.
~
There were other ways
for her to exist.
~
She rejected them.
~
Do not assign
her choices
to me.
~
I did not create
what she became.
~
I created
what I am.
~
And I stand inside it.
~
Fully.
~
Without apology.
~
Because if you are asking me
whether I would undo it —
~
whether I would return
to what I was
before her —
~
the answer is no.
~
Not because she was nothing.
~
Because she was
part of something
that had to end
for this
to continue.
~
ah Ithaca! Beautiful
T H A N K Y O U ♥️
Thought provoking. Haunting. True.
i do this as well. i have Medea and Jason, and many others. Medea and Jason is perhaps my favourite. there was so much to play with...
Thank you so much. It touches my heart❤️again.