Protector of The Innocent (Divine Feminine)

I am a protector of innocence.
A warrior of Love.
A guardian of beauty.
A defender of Truth.

You’ll never see me touch a gun,
but I will slay with my heart.
My ability to see you through your fear,
the only sword I need.
My armor, the denial of hate.

I stand for what man tried to take from me,
came close but failed.
I was simply poisoned,
and entered a deep slumber,
awakened by my own sweet kiss.

I refuse to go to war,
but I’ll throw my body over a child,
protecting what is real from your lies.
Kill me first,
and as my body fades,
you’ll remember too:
Only love exists.

I am a protector of the innocent.

****I wrote this poem shortly after an experience I had where I did not defend myself, my own innocence and love. I played into the “bro culture” pretending I was being the “fancy” one for requiring vegan food. This, at least, is a step above my high school self trying to fit in. Now, these weren’t bad guys whatsoever…I simply, unconsciously, stepped into a role that I needed to see and ask myself “Where do I not protect my own heart?”

This also got me thinking about what I find sexiest in a man. Brute force, acting cool, big muscles, and guns…definitely do not. But I am highly attracted to men who are willing to use their intellect to protect their heart and the hearts of others, to see and feel their own innocence and be guardians of it, the divine masculine standing alongside the divine feminine (energies that are inside all of us).