Embracing the Power of Artemis: Healing Trauma, Speaking Truth, and Embracing Emotions through Poetry

Artemis Rising Within

In the depths of the forest, where shadows entwine,

A goddess of light, Artemis, did shine.

Her bow and her arrows, her strength and her grace,

Became the beacon for those in dark places.

For Artemis saw the pain and the sorrow,

The scars that would linger, the fears of tomorrow.

She knew that her power, her wisdom, her care,

Could lift up the broken, and ease their despair.

So she rose, with a purpose, a mission divine,

To heal the wounded, to make the light shine.

She gathered her followers, her nymphs and her hounds,

And set forth to the places where anguish abounds.

They traveled through valleys, where tears had been shed,

And found those who suffered, whose hope had long fled.

Artemis listened, her heart filled with pain,

As she heard their stories, their cries of disdain.

Some had been beaten, their bodies now scarred,

While others had witnessed, their spirits now marred.

There were those who had trusted, only to be betrayed,

And those who had hidden, their fears never swayed.

But Artemis knew that her power could mend,

Could soothe the deep wounds, and help them ascend.

So she called on the elements, the earth and the sky,

To lend her their strength, to help those who cry.

The earth, with its solidity, its steadfast embrace,

Became a foundation, a safe, sacred place.

The sky, with its vastness, its infinite grace,

Became a reminder of hope, of a world without trace.

And Artemis, with her arrows of light and of love,

Began to heal the broken, with blessings from above.

She bathed them in moonlight, she soothed with her song,

And slowly, the darkness began to grow strong.

The nymphs, with their gentle and nurturing ways,

Became the caretakers, the guides through the maze.

They offered their comfort, their wisdom, their care,

And helped the survivors to breathe, to be there.

The hounds, with their loyalty, their keen, watchful eyes,

Became the protectors, the guardians of the wise.

They stood by the wounded, they kept them from harm,

And gave them the courage to rise, to be calm.

Together, they worked, with a purpose so true,

To mend the deep wounds, to make the heart new.

They listened, they comforted, they offered their strength,

And slowly, the healing began to take length.

The survivors, once broken, now stood tall and strong,

Their spirits renewed, their voices in song.

They shared their stories, their triumphs, their pain,

And found in each other, a bond that would remain.

Artemis, with pride, watched as they blossomed and grew,

Their scars now reminders of battles they knew.

She knew that her work was not yet fully done,

But she smiled, for the healing had only begun.

And so, she continued her quest, her mission of light,

To reach out to others, to make the world right.

For Artemis knew that her power, her love, and her care,

Could lift up the broken, and ease their despair.

The ballad of Artemis, a tale of hope and of grace,

Echoes through the ages, in every time and place.

For her legacy lives on, in the hearts of the strong,

Who rise up, with courage, to right every wrong.