Swirling in my head, a floating sensation.<\/p>\n
A phrase that usually condemns you to eternal damnation.<\/p>\n
From Salem to a faraway land with a hard-to-pronounce-name.<\/p>\n
“Magic is not real” is screamed in the face of me, a person who won’t tame.<\/p>\n
Crystal balls tell the truth while plumes of smoke shoot out at random.<\/p>\n
Explaining the intuition you have and keeping your secret in tandem.<\/p>\n
Magic!<\/em><\/p>\n Think of Roald Dahl and the way his books make you feel.<\/p>\n Kick yourself for thinking that his stories aren’t real.<\/p>\n Bottles of potions and drinks whose bubbles fall down.<\/p>\n Witches that steal children, creating chaos that reaches the whole town.<\/p>\n Seeing Matilda in yourself and yourself in her.<\/p>\n Knowing that you’re different from the other kids, the lines you do blur.<\/p>\n Magic!<\/em><\/p>\n We aren’t taught how to believe because our minds are too powerful.<\/p>\n Shoving our magic into more useful planter boxes that are anything but flowerful.<\/p>\n Witches who become artists, wizards who become singers.<\/p>\n Writing, painting, sewing, the shimmery glow that lingers.<\/p>\n Life is mysterious, unknown and full of danger.<\/p>\n An entirely different perception in the mind of a stranger.<\/p>\n Magic!<\/em><\/p>\n My poems are spells, though I don’t intend them to be.<\/p>\n I can clear through the fog, open my eyes and see.<\/p>\n Magic is real, it’s in me and you.<\/p>\n Question everything, especially the things you believe to be true.<\/p>\n I end this spell with a quick little note.<\/p>\n Go back and find the magic in everything you’ve painted, sang, and wrote.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Swirling in my head, a floating sensation. A phrase that usually condemns you to eternal damnation. From Salem to a faraway land with a hard-to-pronounce-name. “Magic is not real” is screamed in the face of me, a person who won’t tame. Crystal balls tell the…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1204,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-46911","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46911","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1204"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46911"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46911\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47154,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/46911\/revisions\/47154"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46911"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=46911"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=46911"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}