I wanted to hold my anger longer,
but my curiosity won
and instead, I sat down.
Charon told me gently,
‘You are now a child
of the Underworld.
There are rules here, Hekate.
All things here have a purpose.
Not every purpose is good.’
He took my hand and said kindly,
‘Promise me you will not
listen to the spirits again.’
My rage turned into a tearful lump
inside my throat at his kindness.
I nodded, unable to speak.
But what he said about purpose…
It reminded me I had none.
Neither good nor bad.
It was true, after all.
A God without a purpose
has no uses in any realm.
That was why it was so essential
to know why we existed,
to know what we were made for.
I Wanted to Weep
but I did not.
Since my mother left,
it felt like she took
my tears with her.
Instead, I looked Charon in the eye,
