trickster
a poem
I got tricked by the trickster god the way he does it best he who goes by many names and wears many masks
he tricked me after stealing my heart knowing my soul taking my faith and blinding me
he took my heart and smashed it bashed it crashed it then crushed it and mushed it
he played soccer with it and volleyball too then flattened it and burnt it
and when he was done he gave it back to me and he laughed
I’ve known him my whole life since I was a child back then I thought I was his guardian
now I know it was he who was guiding me though he guides by tricking and by tricking, he guides
and so I hated him but loved him hated him some more yet loved him still
I went a little bit mad with a dash of fury and some repulsion revulsion resentment and every vile emotion
plus a shock like a jolt of lightning and there you have me
I would not look at him or think of him of what he did of what he showed me for a long long time several lifetimes, actually lost in limbo
until one day I looked at things upside down and inside out and then only then I remembered that the trickster likes to laugh
he’s funny so funny that now I can’t stop laughing at myself
because what’s a trick if you can’t laugh at it?
that’s how he teaches he cuts, ruthlessly without remorse without care to show us
how to live in this life in this reality about truth and consequences
so if you get tricked like I got tricked open your eyes see what’s around you and laugh until you cry and cry until you laugh
stay on your toes for as soon as you get it he’ll trick you
again
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