The Woeful Heart


My heart hurts
Throbbing with waves of pain at each breath
A heavy heart I am holding
An anxious organ I will always have
I am an artist
With my pain, I make artwork
The stars look down upon me
Painting gold to all my demons
Who am I?
I am a woman with World-changing capabilities
Who are you?
A beautiful child of the Universe
Don’t let the demons tell you any differently
Have resilience in the face of adversity
The artists will rise up and rule the World
In the middle of a storm, there will appear us rainbow warriors
We can conquer the demons
Say it with me
No way, not me, Satan
I am one of the living God’s artists
And God loves me more than my heart hurts

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