The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head. I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see. Because all this time the… - Nikita Gill

There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.

Persephone, grant me the foresight to know when I must let go my old life to start anew.

Artemis, grant me the strength of your spine when you helped deliver Apollo, your own twin.

Athena, grant me the solidarity in your sinews for which you were born in all of your armour.

Aphrodite, grant me the kind of heart that always follows my passions true.

Andromeda grant me the wish to never fall out of love with the night sky or the glisten of it’s stars.

And Hera, grant me your fury, so I can remind my enemies I am not the weakness they perceive, I am the oncoming storm, I am war.

Softer memories once lived there.
Where there is now burning.
Where there is now blood.

That was where childhood held you.
Instead there is a forgetting.
Instead there is a fireflood.

You have never forgotten how home was more
than just a language you grew inside your mouth
before you said it in a way your tongue bled.

When it lived as a place
outside of your body and more
than just in your heart and head.

Where you once taught your children
how to speak and walk and sang them
lullabies till they fell asleep in their beds.

How it has become a legend,
just a holy story you pass from
praying hands to praying hands.

Where once you built hallowed walls
there is now simply scorched earth
and bloodied sands.

A memory of the scared land
that it once was before your whole world
was set completely to flames

How your heart breaks everyday
because home, home no longer remembers
how to say your name.

Home was your refuge, and I wish they would see.
because after cruelly taking it from you,
they call you refugee.