When I Was Young, I Cast A Spell
When I was young, I cast a spell. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know how powerful my words were. I was just… creating–writing a silly, little poem. That, and I’d also developed a particular writing style from reading a spellbook I’d found in an old house some years before.
So, again. I didn’t know I was casting a spell. But I did. I dreamed of who I could be, and I called her into fruition.
Understand that I wrote this when I was sixteen. I’m now in my mid-thirties. I had to edit it some, but very, very little. I wanted the child I was to be heard in the end.
Anyway, the spell went something like this.
Mistress of the Heavens.
Sista to the Earth.
Ruler of the quiet streams.
Goddess of the Seven Seas.
I AM SHE.
Praised for my wisdom.
Once a prophecy,
Now a morphing reality.
Joyful tears roll down like diamonds.
My laughter sets the seasons.
The sun rises as I wake.
The moon sets my fingertips ablaze.
Presence. Power. Perfection.
Crazy, right? Funny, right? But… how weird. Because… this is me, now. This is who I am now. I am proud of that.
Now I must say that the journey was not easy. From sixteen to thirty-something, a lot of bullshit happened. Some things I wish I could take back. But I can’t. And I lived through it.
When I was young, I cast a spell. And it worked. Funny, right?