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
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