But real witches are eternal
and they still stood
they still held out the herbs of healing
still wished for my renewal
my redeeming
When I still held the match in my hand ,when I could still cause them pain
They loved me
Mothers and sisters and aunties
Fire keepers
naked and beautiful in all their phases
Who led me to them
the one little witch
that had been there all along
the sneaky, the unconventional one
the one that ran up hills
and got scratched by the trees
The one that ran naked into the heart of the sea
She I could not silence
When others lifted their matches to hurt her I snuffed them
You cannot curse this wondrous spell
but who knew that she would dance inside me and grow
This wild little vixen child
would become my woman’s soul
And the sparkle in my eye and the part of me that’s wide open
safe in every tempest
delighting even in the things that were broken
The artist
The one who sees so much farther
than any life this world can offer
That ethereal flicker
That untameable ghost
The one that really knows me the most
She is there
and she’s asking again
can I love her
with all her burned skin
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