To Love a Witch - V.01

All that I am
does not fit in me.
I'm never disingenuous,
but I am contradictory.

There's willpower and courage,
righteous fury and hearth fire.
But people fear what is strange
and so my heart grows shyer.

After all, who'd dare love me?
Could anyone brave the storm?
Many that try get lost at sea
Leaving again my hopes forlorn.

I've reached for light, but I'm made of bone;
it recoils and I remember my place.
In shadows cloak I raise armor of stone,
for no one need see my face.