I have never desired anything
More than to be the embodiment
Of ethereal.
I crave my existence
To be blessed by Aphrodite,
Having the grace of the hunter Artemis,
The keen eye of Athena,
And the warmth of Hestia.
I want to have the majesty
Of a painting,
A Monet or a Van Gogh.
My prescenes so heavenly
It can only be captured
in the swirls of their paint.
I want my movements to mimic silk
As the light dances over me.
I want every movement to feel divine.
Feeling at home in my body,
Moving in sync with the divine feminine.
I want to be classical music.
The sway of my arms
Echoed by the cry of the violins.
My steps pronounce by
The steady rhythm of the percussion.
My voice as delicate
As the airy flute.
I dream for the day
I look and the mirror
And do not see a girl
But a goddess.
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Escapism
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written throughout my life showing my journey of mental health struggles, unhealthy relationships, my struggle with Christianity, and eventually finding some peace and happiness in my life. Before reading, please n...
