Wickedywitch Poetry – Endless Struggle

The road is long and weary

Each step a trial and dreary

Why do I do this every day?

So tired of this upward struggle

Time to let go and quietly slip away

With my staff, wand, athame and a chalice of wine

I’ll sit with my back against a tree

Draw my cloak up tight to me

And slip quietly into the darkness

And rest in much longed for peace.

BB Wickedywitch


About wickedywitch

Im a wickedywitch, this blog is about my daily pottering, my writing, poetry, and general witchy things I get upto, from foraging to make wine, or herbal remedys, to drumming, or creating an item from scratch with materials or cooking.
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