I am a Goddess, child.
Who do you think you’re talking to,
when you come to My shrine?
The one you placed Me upon
My statue is there.
You call upon Me there
You say My name there
as if this is prayer of itself
as if I am too fantastic to be real
I’m a nice idea
I’m a nice concept
But to believe in Me
as a Goddess
as a Being wholly unto Myself
That is something you struggle with, child.
I am here
Now
I am here as you read these words
I am here as you walk your dog
I am here as you ride your bicycle
I am alive
I exist
whether you believe in Me or not
You exist
even if you do not know personally all of humanity
you believe in their existence,
so,
why not I?
I Exist
Fiercely Bright One 