I'm carved and shaped and molded by
these things I can not ignore.
Anything but now.
I feel a vanishing coming on.
I need to escape from all of this, once more.
I need to believe there is space for me.
I need to carve myself out
a place where I can be me.
A place where I can be quiet if I want
Loud if I desire
and crazy as can be.
I long to meet myself again.
I long to look myself in the eye
and not be reminding myself of the flaws.
I am tried right now.
"Forged in Flame: Creating a Reclaiming Beltane Ritual" - Creating Ritual issue of Witches and Pagans