The Witch is Always Home
Who is the woman in the willow tree?
I hear her whispers in the shadows of my cage
A name once worn of Courage
The sashay of movement was a home once lived
Where did I learn to refuse her songs?
For now I wish to know them
Has she vanished, have they banished her for good?
I cry out for her, no voices to be heard
When taught that trust lies out of self
I pursue the shells of others
To search for her inward,
A foolish journey untaken
Long has the pain encouraged change
Have I the mind to listen?
Maybe my heart broken is my heart open
Open, there shines the burning gleam
To step inside is to leave behind
a slew of shells worn out
The choice now mine,
naked is the narrow path
She rises to my valor
and reflects to me my dance
An embrace remembered,
a cage now filled with light
The forgotten whispers of the willow’s branches
and the songs the woman sung
A search revealed a truth known
The witch is always home
By Amelia Weesies
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