12-23-19
I am a witches soul,
In a time meant for gathering,
And I find my soul alone.
It is cold and no fire I have lit,
No crafting among many hands,
No brew to be passed around in mugs.
I gather by myself and ache for more.
Friends and family,
A coven to find company.
I gather by myself and ache for more.
A warmth in these dark nights,
As we wait for our Lord to return with light.
I gather by myself and ache for more.
But in mine own company,
I do find comfort.
Come see my craft, hear the bells ring,
Smell the cinnamon soak the air,
And play and sing along with my beat.
Merry Yule,
To whom ever celebrates.
Light will come again.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Depression Session
De TodoHello, for the sake of names, you can call me Jaxin (not my actual name, but I always did love that one.) This is the storage shed for all my thoughts when I'm having one of my "sessions". This is my safe space for me the come and sort out what I'm...
