From a Book of Witchcraft

Birth


I love the way
She makes me feel
It's not something on my pelvis
Not that alone, at least
It's something on the Top of my Stomach
On the Bottom of my Lungs

It makes me Dream
When I'm Awake
And sing while I'm Silent





Death


It was  nothing

But Anxiety

Always Anxious
With the things
That are made up by me

It's never anything
But me dealing
With myself





Rebirth


Dealing with myself
Is not only awareness
Of mistakes
But also of what
Is right

Realising I can't deal
With commitment
Was a victory

A whole life chasing the
Unreachable
Will eventually make me
See
What is besides me

If being happy is a matter
of Talent
Then Talent comes with practice
Not from being born