A Perfect Witch: A Poem
I've never been a perfect witch, in fact I'm not quite sure
I ever thought to think about who I was before.
I think the wild just called to me, both a whisper and a yell
and somehow without realizing it, I fell under its spell.
I started to notice things, I'd swear weren't there before
as soon as I took off society's blinders and opened up the door.
Those feathered and furred now spoke to me, with just a look or sound
and green things seemed to reach for me where ever they were found.
My step on earth became lighter, my heart reached for the clouds
The path twisted now differently far from the noise and crowds.
So if you find that the modern hustle is not quite right or true
Listen with more than just your ears, and hear her call to you.
I may not be a prefect witch, that I know is right
But I now walk a path my own through the darkness and the light.
-Silver
