The Orpheus myth has been haunting me
The Orpheus myth has been haunting me all day…
To the point where I’ve cried, paced, and felt slightly mad with it - like it’s worked its way into my ribs and won’t leave until I’ve told someone.
Believe it or not, I hadn’t heard the story until today.
And if you, too, are like me - if you haven’t yet bathed in the pure ache and longing and pain of it… let me tell you.
Orpheus was the kind of man whose music could move the world. Rivers bent their course to hear him. Stones shifted. Trees leaned closer. Even the gods paused when his fingers found the strings.
When his beloved Eurydice died - bitten by a viper, slipping from the living world into the dark, Orpheus did what no mortal man had done before.
He descended into the underworld, not with weapons or threats, but with a song so aching that it softened even the heart of Hades.
The rulers of the dead, Hades and Persephone gave him a gift:
Eurydice could follow him back to the world above. But there was one condition.
“You must not look back”
He must walk ahead of her, and he must not look back until both their feet had stepped into the light.
So Orpheus walked…
Step after step through that shadowed land, the chill of the dead brushing his skin, the faint sound of Eurydice’s footsteps behind him.
At first, his heart swelled with the certainty that she was there. But the closer they came to the threshold, the louder another voice grew:
What if she’s not there?
What if they lied?
What if you are alone, and this is all a trick?
And just before they reached the surface, he turned.
One glance, one moment of needing to know…
There she was, and then, she was gone.
Drawn back into the dark, this time forever.
We love Orpheus, because he loves without measure. Because he doesn’t just mourn - he moves. He risks the impossible for love, and his devotion is enough to change the laws of death itself. He is proof that art can open gates that force never could.
And there’s something unbearably human about his longing, the kind that can’t wait one moment more.
When I first read the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, I thought I knew who I was.
I was Orpheus, the one who loves with impossible devotion. The one who would walk into the dark for the people I love, carrying nothing but my voice and the belief that it might be enough.
I have been her too many times. The one lost to something sudden and sharp. The one watching from the shadows as someone tries to reach me. The one almost home before the moment breaks.
The Orpheus in me
I know the ache of moving toward something I love without knowing if it will still be there when I arrive. I know what it is to believe in something with my whole body and still be undone by the need for reassurance.
I’ve turned back at the last moment, more than once.
Not because I didn’t care enough, but because I cared so much it ached. Because the waiting felt unbearable. Because the space between felt like death.
Sometimes I think the Orpheus in me is my devotion in its most dangerous form, my faith braided with fear.
The Eurydice in me
But I have also been the one walking behind.
Feeling the pull toward the light, my bare feet aching for the threshold, only to watch the person ahead of me turn too soon. The moment they look back, not in wonder, but in doubt… something in me slips.
I fall back into the dark.
And no matter how much I love them, some part of me knows I can’t come back again. I know what it is to be the one someone almost believed in.
To feel the air of the living world on my skin, only to lose it to someone else’s fear.
Where they meet
In me, Orpheus and Eurydice are not enemies.
They are the same wound.
They are the parts of me that long for connection and the parts that fear losing it. The part that reaches and the part that retreats. The part that sings and the part that waits in silence.
Why the story still haunts me
This myth asks me to look at my thresholds… How many times have I almost crossed into something new but turned back?
How many times have I been someone else’s “almost”?
How many loves have I lost not because they were impossible, but because one of us couldn’t bear to trust the unseen?
…And maybe that’s why I can’t let the story go… because I don’t just want to be Orpheus.
I don’t just want to be Eurydice.
I want to be the one who makes it all the way to the light.
The one who trusts enough to keep walking.
The one who is trusted enough to follow.




Speechless. This is such a powerful piece that holds so much depth and soul tugging truth. Thank you for sharing your heart🤍
I didnt know about this story until a matter of months ago when I heard m.g.k sing about it. Love can be a powerful thing