A heart is like a wanderer moon
That at first but faintly shines
Yet it surrounds the darkness with silver tunes
When all light in the end declines

It is in the hope of every heart
To pluck the beams of this faint light
And share it when light and darkness part
In the blackness of a moonless night

Forests of stone, glass and light.
The truth cries out in the night.
Dearest oatmeal, Sometimes we fail to be whom we need to be.
Sometimes trepidation assumes form and takes judgment.
I need you to ASK yourself,
Can I trust this voice?

Discover the self,
And feel for what you say,
Does it strengthen my position or fragment it?

This world full of thunder,
Awaits someone more than you.
Someone outside the domain of opaque
Predispositions.
Someone ready to tender, and accept the world for its stench, and will enough the courage to make it better.

I wasn’t just another museum tour you had on your list.
You don’t get to come through here with your bright words and advanced vocabulary telling me how things should have been and where we should be.
You don’t get to come in and destroy my artwork as if I didn’t spend my whole life creating it from the ground up.

I am celestial.
I am the 8th wonder of the world.
I am a temple of power and femininity that your mind will never understand.

I wasn’t just a solar system you thought you had the right to explore.
You don’t get to set up camp and experiment and write stories about me as if I wasn’t real.
You don’t get to see the light and the stars of mind and then use them for some ultimate power move.

I am a ******* privilege.
I am a ******* planet.
I am a ******* black hole of love and destruction that you shouldn’t have messed with.

I wasn’t some church you thought you come to and atone and be forgiven for your sins just because you said some prayers.
You don’t get to come in here and demand forgiveness when you don’t deserve it.
You don’t get to come in here and disrespect all entities and gods and goddesses just because you don’t believe in a higher power.

I am a goddess.
I am my own deity.
I am a power of worship and peace that your heart will never understand.

I am so much more then the girl to a man with such a simple mind.

If you greet
Someone
NAMASTE

& if they don’t
Respond back

Either
You are invisible
Realize that

Or
They are dead
Remember that

Hence
Never repeat
The same

You have always had a heart of gold, my extraordinary one.

And even though you had to learn how to not give your heart to those who don’t see its value, you are still valuable.

So go and retrieve what is rightfully yours from the mud, where those who hurt you left it. Pick up your heart of gold and cleanse it with the revitalizing waters from the river known as self love.

Place it back in your chest and show the world that your heart of gold still shines bright.