the sister of reluctant endings
I can be reduced to snowflake ashes
to the foot prints on your eyelashes
I am the essence of constant change
and will rearrange
all you ever tried to believe
give you room to grieve
I cupped sand in my palms
gazed at the ocean
grasped roots between toes
digging feet into earth
fertilized
a whole new angel
with a wicked tongue
I unleash silver pellets of truth
and I don't mean to brag
I am a very young hag
in the sweetest sense of the word
there is
I am newborn
a whole new wand, reflection in the pond
of your life
the ripples, the strife
the sacred knife which severs
all you wanted and tried to believe
I will give you room to grieve
space to breathe
to move in
move into me.
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