I am the daughter that left.
Was I tricked?
Was I lured?
It depends on your interpretation.
But I think that I was led. When the hand of something else, something that would expand my world and take me somewhere new, reached out...
I grabbed on. Tightly.
And in my excitement. I didn't think it through.
I didn't think there would be so many months when I wouldn't see you.
And many more months when things would change
making the months between seem even longer.
Yes, I ate the seeds.
Yes, I know I'm staying here most of the time.
(11 seeds stained my lips.)
I am the lost daughter
who found herself
I am the grieving daughter
it wasn't always like this.
My mother's screams
are softer from where I am now.
And yet...I hear them.
I know the choice I have made.
"Forged in Flame: Creating a Reclaiming Beltane Ritual" - Creating Ritual issue of Witches and Pagans