The Goddess Came Back Wrong
Divinity, Decayed
This poem was not written for comfort.
It was written for every woman who has been buried in silence, rewritten in myth, erased, then expected to return soft.
Expected to forgive. Expected to bless.
I wrote it for the parts of us that don’t want to be holy anymore—
only heard.
Only remembered.
Only left the fuck alone unless you're ready to bleed too.
She isn’t a savior.
She isn’t a mother.
She isn’t interested in redemption.
She crawled out of that dirt
starving,
divine,
and done playing gentle.
If you’ve ever felt yourself waking up dangerous—this is for you.
If you've ever fed a world that bit your hands—this is for you.
If you've ever been summoned only to find your name misspelled in every mouth—
this. is. for. you.
You don’t owe them mercy.
You don’t owe them softness.
You don’t even owe them explanation.
They should’ve never forgotten you.
They should’ve never tried to bring you back.
THE GODDESS CAME BACK WRONG
Divinity, Decayed
from the collection “THE CROWN WAS NEVER YOURS”
they begged her to return—
after choking her name
beneath centuries of hymns
meant for someone else.
they called her back,
but not by name.
just whispers,
prayers shaped like apologies
and promises they didn’t mean.
they forgot what they buried—
not a myth,
but a woman who once fed them
and now comes back starving.
she crawled out of the dirt
with fingernails like bone splinters
and a crown of rusted prayers.
the wind flinched when she screamed.
no one recognized her voice.
but the earth did.
it opened like a wound
and called her Mother.
the trees bowed in dread,
the soil wept,
the sky held its breath—
all of nature remembering
what humans chose to forget.
they had prayed for salvation,
but centuries of silence
had made her rage visceral.
she came not to save,
but to remind them
why gods are buried
in the first place.
© 2025 Solena Vyhra. All rights reserved.
This work is part of the poetry collection The Crown Was Never Yours.
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