It's like I have this bothering itch
the type that only appears in a witch
the type that tickles and laughs in my face
and is only as clear as the stars up in space.
~~~
It's purple and black with red and green hints
and it's hard to see like windows with tints
I see it, it's there, I know I'm not crazy
but in a big city, it's dim and it's hazy.
~~~
There are times where I've seen it brighter than bright
and times where it's given me nothing but fright
but both are the same, it always holds power
it's here to cleanse me, like a lavender shower.
~~~
It's spooky and scary and often quite dark
but it's open and lush, somewhat like Prospect Park
I just want to go and lie in the center
and put down a deposit, rather than rent her.
~~~
It seems far away when I look in the mirror
but when I breathe and I think, it only gets clearer
I'm sure it will be there as long as I live
so I might as well take it, so that I can give.
About the Creator
Mara Wroblewski
A soul in pursuit of alignment ☯️
Words plant powerful seeds.


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