I’m deeply sorry Hestia
You enlightened me on how to value and protect my hearth
You demonstrated to my virgin mind, body and spirit how to stay pure
You taught me how to make my home a place of hospitality and safety
You instructed me to be gentle, forgiving and dignified
You made me a woman
You insisted that I stayed away from scandal
Always standing stable and serene
You forced me to exhibit a lie- because what’s true doesn’t always sell.
“Welcome to womanhood,” you said as I cried.
Crying from the panic I felt the first time a crimson tide rushed down my thigh
I found it cruel that my life starts and ends with blood
But you raised me to lock away the key to my fear, fire and soul.
However, I betrayed myself
My mind has been poisoned
The embodiment of prominence I obliterated
Breaking free from the chains of your perfection.
A mind of my own, I began to grasp:
Because of this, you left me alone
Forced me to take “build your own legs lessons”
But at least I have the key to my soul now, right?
For millennia I examined grains of dirt
Wondering and searching without knowing what I was searching for
Bitter, lost and misdirected due to you.
You- handling my life like a puppet for the sole amusement.
In the midst of the mist, you left me in,
A revelation gleamed inside of me
Finally, I found the heavens in me
Now I may rest.
So, I thank you, Hestia.