It has always belonged to you

Birthright, privilege, call it what you will

We are born into this world with something to claim

It echoes in the dark when one calls out your name

So often we are tamed, trained to ignore the draw

Distracted by static, the manic crackle of all

Of the outside world so loud it drowns out

The voice inside that says

That your magic is yours in whatever way it manifests and

It has always belonged to you.