Day 3: Reclaiming Hestia

 

You misunderstand me,

When I invite you into my home,

my bed and my heart,

This is but a temporary stay and refuge,

not out of loneliness but rather out of

desire and pleasure,

Funny how we women,

have forgotten that piece of the equation,

that line of the contract with ourselves,

and we find ourselves trying to fit into the world,

My home is my refuge,

solace to my heart and all things making up the whole of

me,

selfish, yes

But at the end of the day,

you are accountable to only yourself,

as the sun rises and the moon set,

life and death,

they are all one and the same.

 

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