a witch’s soul

someone whispered a word I’d never heard

no one can see all of the things I observe

someone is lying under me in the dirt

why did they just tell me the ways that it hurt?

someone stands in line but they’re first

I hear secrets and stories and tales of a search

someone told me which crystal when the cards reversed

I take advice and learn lessons as my holy sage burns

Loneliness doesn’t come when there’s more than one

a witch’s soul never rests when there’s more to be done

she still came to me when the case had won

they lie to me like it’s all in good fun

I know that you’re there but does that mean where?

My gifts are a burden because how can they be rare?