Titan of the Subtle Realms

by Melissa Holm

4/28/2025

Oh I am for sure, as suspected, a Titan of the subtle realms.

I was built to overwhelm

I always win

with my whimsy whims

so they sent me…

They told me to meet you in the present moment.

I’ve never been there a day in my life.

I’m stationed halfway between the creators of heaven

And a semi-charmed kind of life.

I know I have felt it,

But I can’t remember strife—

It can’t pierce me with its knife.

I’m indestructible now.

I don’t know when that happened

holy friggin’ mother earth…cow

wow

I’m actually indestructible now

Man, I created a resilient little stardusted thing.

I’m tethered whimsy permanent, anchored by God’s golden string,

Connected to everything.

Sometimes, I watch the human spirit

As if I had created it—

Delighting in humanity’s amusement,

Like my own little child.

I always have.

If you let me take the reins of any conversation,

I’ll end up reflecting on the beauty of everything—

As if all are dawning tiny angel wings,

Each one answering with a soul’s soft ping.

Humanity is a beautiful thing.

I feel this all the time now.

I forget what I ever fought against—

Maybe it was the fear

That the earth would not become this:

Love, grace, and bliss,

Basking in solemn forgiveness.

And no man has ever really loved me—

But, my wholeness says,

That’s a beautiful thing.

Because I am happy.

And the Universe has really loved me

It holds me most cherished 

Hallowed, crowned 

And I am happy,

Because I have loved me.

I never abandoned my greatest masterpiece:

Me.

I AM.

And for those who don’t believe this about me,

I dare you:

Sit in what I embody.

Watch me enjoy every interaction

As if I were granting everyone’s wishes.

Watch me watch the sky,

Feel the earth,

And speak my worth.

Watch me command the energy around me—

And when I take charge,

Watch everyone leave

Having gotten lost

In the play I wrote for our moment.

I wrote the criteria for a magical moment.

I cocky own it

I speak in magical time—

Often in rhyme.

And I dream.

I extract, encode, and adore the painting,

Because we—

We are divinity.

I encourage all

To love

More freely.

And recall that place in yourself 

that once was also dormant in me

If you haven’t already.