Shadow

Am I so masochistic?

 

I turn them over in my mind

These words,

Silver bullets penetrating

Hemorrhaging,

The world reels as they echo

Again

Again

 

Same words, different faces

I turn inward

Is this who I am?

Analyzing introspection

Reevaluating every thought and action

Overreaching, over compensating until I’m overwhelmed

paralyzed

Withdraw, close, shut down

Why?

 

These words they can’t describe me

I can’t possibly be that misunderstood

These insults and allegations

This slander and coercion

These are weapons, nothing more

They’re not truths

They’re not revelations

They’re just bullets

 

How are they so easily wielded?

I load the gun for you,

I bare my heart to you

I ask you not to kill me

Then I’m surprised when you do

 

Am I so masochistic?

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Out of the Frying Pan

Into the fire

Like a Tolkien-esque riddle

I find myself pondering

 

There’s no doubt

That I went from the frying pan to the fire

The question is whether the escape is back through the frying pan

 

Logic says no

 

Intuition says yes

 

I can’t always trust intuition when it comes to people I care about

I see the best

I see what could be

I overlook what is

 

What is presently is a double edged sword that skins and slices no matter which way I turn

I don’t want to go back to the frying pan without it having ample time to cool

But the fire is quickly burning me alive and there’s a safety line

 

Fuckin take it! My heart screams

But I sense the familiar rhythm

The echoed words

I’ve already shouldered my responsibility

 

This is not on me

This is not on me

This is not on me

 

That’s not the point

That can be dealt with in time

Are you ready to deal?

I am,

I’ve been ready

Are

You?

 

Who is Piper Rain?

I am the darkness

I am light

A poet and a sacrifice

I dream the day and fight the night

My head stays in the clouds,

relentlessly I wander

My feet they barely touch the ground

Divination,

Cards I ponder

Pied Piper,

Piper Rain,

Purify and sing again,

These sanguine tears are not in vain

I’ll be dramatic, I’ll be tragic

I’ll be the catalyst for magic,

I will be open, I’ll be free

Exactly what I want to be

Maiden, Mother, Crone is she

Insist my heart, so mote it be.

Salutations and merry meet my friends.  My utmost desire for this blog is the opportunity to open up and embrace who I truly am.  I am a witch.  I am a poet.  I like to read tarot cards as a hobby.  I am a writer.  I am a creator of characters and worlds.  My name is Piper Rain, I am thirty five years old, I have a lot of life behind me, and much more still ahead.

Soul Sisters

Soul Sisters, spells and sage,

Wonderfully wild and wicked

Wisdom well beyond the age

With mother earth, connected

 

Witches born and witches burned

Healers, helpers, heart and home

Every scratch and scar we’ve earned

Recorded in the witches tome

 

Divination, Incantation

Health and harvest celebration

Give us now our voice to speak

Hear us now, so mote it be.