Witch reminds me

“Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled
among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good.  His life
may also have much sadness and difficulty that remains far beyond yours.
Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words.”  Rainer Maria Rilke

A Witch’s work is never done
A Woman’s word is never one
A Witch’s sword is just her tongue
She strikes the chord until we are One

A Woman’s love is like the Sun
Sometimes unseen, but always on
A Woman’s heart will never shun
Even when she’s on the run

Life is a rare and lovely gift
We’re all meant to uplift
Share the light and not the rift
Drop the fight and heal what’s ripped

The end of an error
The start on an era
But every error leads to uplifting
Every mistake, underneath is a gifting

She sips her tea of flowers
And reads the leaves, empowered
A floral, tribal revival
A light and fragrant spiral
Inspiring even her rivals

Be light and sweet
With a little bit of heat
Sip, and then repeat
And never miss a beat