Aoife Cunningham
Beginnings
my powers are growing,
Im hugging the Rowan.
I attempt to plant my roots.
I can hear it in my heart,
The howling chants,
of the fire….
My invitation lies ahead.
An enchantress in her element.
I write to report.
Words have the power to cure.
Embrace my talent,
Grab the pen!
A soul lined with glitter,
From vein to finger tip.
Glitter and gold…
With a sprinkler of pleasure.
In the magical death of silence.
I search and heal.
Will I find my missing essence?
One day,
I will retreat back to my sanctuary.
Previously: A Path Made Of Thorns
Pic by @Donnphotogprahy
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Always a joy to read, Aoife.
Brilliant
fantastic aoife