Here With Me
I can feel her
Here with me
Weeping on the floor
I feel her hand on my shoulder
Artemis wipes my tears
Hera holds my hand
The world is a haze
But they are clear
Aphorodite strokes my hair
Athena whispers words of comfort
Persephone hums quietly
My bathroom floor is a temple
Godesses live on the foot of my bed
They cradle me
When nightmares come
The Gods lived on
To guide the youth
To stroke my cheek
When I cry in the dry bath tub
They live not
On a mountain
They are here now
With me
with you
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