The Witch

Alone in a pond,

deserted from people and things,

lies a young witch.

The sun scares her,

its light begets repulsion and self-disgust.

Why does it hurt

to be born like that?

Her powers feel like a curse,

the culprit of her woe,

why she’s now alone.

That wasn’t always the case.

They used to love her,

be kind and respect

the powers they beheld.

Those times are gone,

and the witch now speaks to none.

It doesn’t stop her,

she doesn’t flinch,

only stays entwined

by a forgotten dream.

If the moon can shine,

soar high in the night sky,

so can she live,

and one day learn to forgive.

~Petoi Lin