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I am a Witch
By Sheila K Watkins

I am a witch but you do not know me.
T-shirts and ragged jeans are my robes
As I wander through forgotten glens
Honoring themselves with simple rites

I am a witch but you do not know me.
For I could be anyone, anywhere
Even if my soul does ring with echos
Echos of whispers from the trees

I am a witch but you do not know me.
The one who dances on Halloween
Who stands wondering at the full moon
The one who hears a song in the wind

I am a witch but you do not know me.
The one who finds peace in the river's roar
Who laughs dancing in the summer storm
But faceless to you just the same

I am a witch but you do not know me.
As I honor the old ones with my song
Offering them the power from my hands
Being granted the poetry of my soul

I am a witch but you do not know me.
For I appear, to mundane eyes, normal
The one you pass without a second glance
For I do not wish to be seen as yet

I am a witch but you do not know me.
The one with poetry and music in my soul
To whom nature speaks, greets and welcomes
For I honor her as she wants and needs

I am a witch but you do not know me.
I am the one moving to the Goddess's beat
Feeling the rush of her blood in my heart
The smell of her breath in the wind

I am a witch but you do not know me.
But what did you expect to see in me
Pointed nails forming claws or flowing robes?
That might work for some but no not I

I am a witch but you do not know me.
For I could be anyone, anywhere
I am everywhere and sometimes nowhere
City, town, and country are my worldly realms

I am a witch but you do not know me.
Or perhaps just perhaps you do
For I am your neighbor you know
I am a witch and you do know me.

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