So, Which Witch Am I

Related to two of my poems: hour 2 prompt 2 “Witch’s Ignition” AND hour 18 prompt22 “Dear Grim Reaper”

Rock in my hand I
feel the attachment to
a young soul I met
long ago yet not
a soul who hugged me
and laughed genuinely
our connection’s strong
and oh so powerful
a soul who stirred in-
cantations of hope
brews filled with goodness
while all I could do
was crisscross the hedge
that lies between here
and there and gather ink
to create shapes
on the white page that
tried to heal myself
and ended up giving
the young witch hope
a new definition
attempted mother-
hood success or fail

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