Poetry
B
To be a witch I had dream last night, I flew with the birds, and looked down on my world below, and I knew what it was to be witch. I felt something this morning, a wave of pleasure washed over me, I was whole, and a peace, and I knew what it was to be a witch. I realized something just now, that I'm at one with who I am, and never alone, even by myself, and I knew what it is to be a witch.
