#witch practices

It's only day 2 of this

Man created year.

It can only get better,

I pray it do.

Cuz day one was too rough

And my soul is crushed.

I dry my eyes and keep going,

Spirit anew with what is ahead.

No man, woman, or child,

Demon, fairy, or otherworldly creature

Shall stop me or deny me

From what it laid out for my fate.

I pray it gets better,

So that my soul doesn't crack again--

To withstand the tests

Time's sands have in store.

Abundance galore~

For what I want is already mine,

I must work to own it

And grasp it firmly in my hands.

This poem and spell shall ring true

Through the universe,

For I am Dominique [redacted]

And my future is bright and blessed.

So mote it be,