Tag: witch

I sit in autumn. 

I feel my energies rise in a clever and fickle touch.

A curse is in my lungs like ammunition

and I put my plants to sleep.

Winter enraptures me in a cloak of distance and clarity. 

I craft a sword 

to fight lying angels. 

I bottle up the gravitating darkness within. 

Spring surprises me.

Despair melts into a puddle I gaze within

to see hope.

I put a glamour on my tongue.

It is a wish, a whisper of life. 

I find my feet in summer.

It grabs me and begs of me 

to notice the sun when summer is gone.

I prick my finger and bleed into it’s hot palm. 

I promise to try. 

On hate, curses, and growth

I was SO full of hate. I had, and still have, every right to be.Hate is full and warm, it holds your hand through the fire. I cursed the president, I cursed my rapists. It was for justice, activism, and stability. 

I wavered on cursing my father, in case my loving dad was in there somewhere. Foolish. He then cut me out of his life for speaking my truth.  

I tried to come up with a fitting final blow when it occured to me. Hate wasn’t the strongest thing in my life anymore. My poetry had stopped being about the pain he caused me anymore.  

I talked of gardens, of oceans and laughter. Hate had gotten me through so much, but I felt I had gotten to a point in my journey that I no longer needed it. 

Hate leaves me torn open like a fleeing friend. I don’t curse my father. 

I write out spells to help me and others, instead. 

If you have gone through anything and would like to talk, I am here. I can help with curses, I can help with spells, I can help with advice. 

Much love.Â