This is a poem I wrote last year. I then used it in a spell to gain self confidence so that I could live my true authentic self no matter who I was with. Regardless of the persecution I thought I would receive. Sometimes living the witch life in a sea or religion and religious stigma can be very difficult.

This is the time this is the place

For everything to have its own space

All of my trials all of my errors

Sits on the shoulders of all the pallbearers

The world surrounds me like a fresh set of clothes

I can feel everyone even their woes

Running and panting I hide from myself

I find a solution upon a bookshelf

A book filled with spells for potions and charms

So those around me can do me nor harm

As the day is ending and the dark sets in

The candles are lit, the spell must begin

Chanting and casting have begun to take flight

The calling of corners has contained things just right

Midnight is crowning the moon shining bright

The spell sets in as night turns to light

I know in my soul life is changing fast

Because of the spell that I had just cast

Now to end the worries and doubts

I stand on the rooftop as I begin to shout

Mote it be, mote it be, mote it be

May you find happiness in your heart, love yourself and joy in each other. Blessing to all

Wendy