As I light a candle
and burn some sage
you begin to suffocate
I told you
that you had demons inside
they came out of the cracks
in your heart
from the lies
that you told
I thought you sold
me a dream
but it was ocean front property
on the edge
of a cliff with no sea
You knew I was magic
tried to turn me in
to a doormat
and you said that witches
aren't welcome here
you can try to blame me
you're not the first to try to hang me
I'm one with the stars
I have nothing to fear.
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Beautiful poem! I love the courage from it in the end~ Wonderfully written ❤️
A brilliantly crafted poem by a witch of words. Perfect setting and execution. Witches always win in reality. because the death of the valiant— is no death at all.☀️