I am a witch

a heathen

a child of the earth

I am hidden behind masks

of my own design.

Masks that hide the fraying thread 

that is my anxiety
 

I am a witch

a sad night at 2 A.M. 

a child of the moon

I am closed doors

that cannot be opened. 

Doors that lead to tidal waves. 

 

I am a witch 

an embodiment of anger

a vial of passion and fire

Tiger's eye and garnet glints

in my eyes. 

With amethyst in my mind

and opal on my lips. 

I destroy and create at will. 

 

I am a witch

I am a heathen

I am anger and passion.