The Book of Spells says to light two brown candles on a Thursday,
that four lines and a long list of ingredients lead to victory.
Purple cloth and gold ribbon tie together the incantation—
repeat and carry it with you when you go.
Have faith in Jupiter, she says, but I have faith in nothing these days.
This battle isn't mine anymore; I have given it away,
handed over my authority, and asked for no updates.
I spent my last bargaining chip on a delay,
one last-ditch effort to help past my capacity,
one final unhealthy commitment to an unhelpable cause.
Some steps, I can never take, can never know when they are coming.
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Comments (4)
This was so real. I love your poem. ♥︎
realyy love your poems
This piece is so deep! It’s hard to give up control, but I admire your honesty. Thank you for sharing
Mystical, lonesome and sad to me. Sage and Amythst to bring in the 🕯️ again. I appreciate this.