Veritas - The Witch

2014-10-07 20:30

Veritas - The Witch

-- Dedicated to Andrea Pike, my beautiful friend and mentor--

I truly hated everything when I was younger.
I viewed everything from the top of my ivory tower,
and I wanted to watch this world set ablaze,
with a lake of wildfire consuming everything.
And even then, I had a blank face and never smiled.
In many ways, I was already dead inside.

The only truth I had to go by
is that people always betray;
they are demons and fiends that
kill your pride & soul through destructive lies,
and then they would always leave.

The only truth I truly kept close to heart
is that my heart is far too vulnerable
for it to be ever be safely exposed to anyone.
And the shallow bonds given to me
have always had shadows of deceit underneath.

The most painful truth had always been
that I cursed my day of birth with every exhale.
Thus I erected a tombstone on my chest
because my body was already a casket
where my soul suffocated in silence,
and every single day felt like my own funeral.

I've always trusted witches more than clergymen.
Prayers and shows of faith by hypocrites en masse
can only ever ring hollow when chanted
in front of the Pope and his Kingdom of Gold.
They spout their truths and faiths
as if they were self-evident as holy.

But nothing they'd say could be holier
than the worlds of dirt beneath my feet.
Anything they'd preach can never become as sacred
as the pain in my chest that I've always had,
and the struggle for me to even stay alive.

Faith requires believing in something,
and for that something to be external.
I abandoned such empty lies long ago,
when I first understood how I'm a vestige
of all the miracles the world has been denied.

What I know of witches is they do not need me
to perceive the world the same way that they do
for them to show me the wonders of real magic.
I don't need to have blind faith in order to understand.
I already hold magic within my very fingertips.

The most self-evident truth I know of witches is that
unlike their persecutors and their crusades of hate,
a witch recognizes the beauty in the world around us:
and even more so, the beauty within us.
She does not need me to believe.

When she opens my eyes to the magic of my own potential,
she teaches me how the strength I carry within me
is a gift from the world itself, one that I've earned.
She doesn't diminish my accomplishments
by attributing it to whatever the most convenient deity.

The witch teaches me to live in harmony
with the world around me, to experience
everything from the smell of grass;
the sounds of my soul being played like a violin,
to the wonders of the touch by my lover's hands.

The Pope can keep his Kingdom of Gold,
the faithful can keep their chants and appearances.
Because I have now truly cast away - abandoned -
any need or urge for me to believe in the Truths of others.

The witch showed me that life itself is the purest magic.
And my lover showed me that my life is worthy.
The rain hitting my face showed me that the world has beauty.
The butterflies in my stomach have shown me that
there is a future - a life after mere survival.

I don't have to wait for death in order to be alive.
With my loved ones around me, and the witch a guide
I do not wake up every morning cursing my day of birth.
I don't hate people, and I certainly don't hate the world.

Veritas - Witches; Friendships; Nature; Unconditional love,
and the pain that comes with it: the essence of Humanity itself
I embrace all of it - all of them - and I deny my funeral.

Because it finally feels like I can breathe freely again.