sisters

 
uniquely open and vulnerable
seeking what is
taking my time testing what is right

reverse the curse of my bloodline
a natural witch I have no ill intent
but there is magic employed just by speaking

it is incessant, the charm is I love not hate
a darkling who doesn't care for occult magic
I conjure the winds it is a part of me

the elements feel my unease
I don't take note of my spells
better not to some witches copy

I will never have a trace of the potions for healing
spread the day she's getting too thin
sourful mourners pouring their hopes out on a dream

sisters of the art I've seen you in the field
planting seeds our Mother Earth is pleased
she is renewing herself but needs our help

if you practice the natural ways
it will go a long way in service to her
spin the spindle and realize
we are born of magic all of us
it is enchanting, stick to the path you're called upon

as it is above so be it below
blessed be