Witching the Stars #32
Updated: Oct 31
Be strong! Comes the bolstering cry,
as I they push to waters storming,
doors to safety out of reach.
great risks to self, so they launch high.
A mere life for forfeit - they yet may reach morning.
Hold I any value, then?
Not from a perspective, shouting:
this is right to keep the balance,
my identity disposed,
my coins to their pockets routing.
There is another way.
I find respect in self resides
and strength to draw a boundary line,
to place a fence, to hand take reigns.
Internal love protects, abides.