Remembering Hestia
Mortals (to Hestia)
The sting
of the cold
helps me remember
why I hold
why I hold to the pain
why I hold to the broken remains
of my heart
my raw
and bitter
heart
my broken
and
frozen
heart
Hestia (to Mortals)
Dear One
come
come by the fire
thaw your
bitter heart
and remember
Remember
the glowing peace of the hearth
Remember
the cold
Remember
what the cold is
Remember without
the cold
there is
no need for fire
Remember
Dear child
Remember
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