Casting spells

into the belly of the hill

on bristly dragon charred broom

shifting shadow selves aside

as wet leaves stick up

in momentary protest

of dark disturbance

her gaze focused diverting deeper

into the canyon’s crags

those damn worms

in her brain rearing

had camped for

far too long deeply rooted

as she began emerging

once again unease settles in

so familiar, she thought,

this battle with darkness.

Find the lullaby

Find the lair of serenity

Find the lesson

Find the light

Bit by bit

Epiphany hit

it has all been about

Finding

Family