I No longer Want Answers

In the tapestry of kinship, a distant connection found,
A cousin emerged, in mysteries profound.
A grown woman with eyes that hold the unseen,
Linked by roots, two generations between.

Whispers of a chosen one, a mystic decree,
A believer in spirits, in bushes wild and free.
Understanding faith, prophesying the unknown,
Speaking in tongues, a language her own.

Leadership in the shadows, wisdom untold,
A power she bears, yet chooses to withhold.
Believing in miracles, though she never tries,
A touch that brought illness, where a soul lies.

Interpreting tongues in a mystical dance,
Healing discernment in every chance.
Her mother, untouched by the sickly air,
In the house she dwells, a haven so rare.

A gift passed through, from a grandmother's embrace,
A lineage of magic, a spiritual grace.
Yet, in her humility, she denies the flame,
Wisdom and miracles, a quiet claim.

Hot pots and fires, she faces with ease,
Clothless hands, a mystic's expertise.
In the dance of embers and the crackling pyre,
A chosen one's touch, untouched by fire.

Yet in this tale of mystical kin,
A cousin's journey, where spirits begin.
Roots entwined, two souls unite,
In the whispers of magic, under day and night.

A source of knowledge, a door ajar,
Too scared to open, to know how far.
In the dance of mystic secrets, a hesitant gaze,
A cousin's journey, through the mystical maze.