22. The Witch
The wind, a soft lament upon my weary skin,
Stirs the embers of my shattered dreams within,
Its gentle touch, a haunting reminder of pain,
Whispering of a world where truth was slain.
I gazed up the tree, where they hoped I'd decay,
But like a phoenix, I rose, in defiance I'd stay,
For I am not a witch, nor a devil's spawn,
I am a woman, condemned and wronged, withdrawn.
In this bitter tale of the gardens, I tread,
Where accusations fester, in shadows they spread,
Betrayed countless times, this wound cuts the most,
My plea for honesty met with mocking and boast.
They treated me as if I were mere dirt,
Discarding the good I've done, ignoring my worth,
I told you my sufferings, my heart laid bare,
Yet, in return, they unleashed their scornful glare.
My life, like a rope, tied tight and secure,
Once released, I'm erased, lost forevermore,
How many fairies must perish in their disbelief,
Before they recognize our existence and seek our relief?
Isolation and abandonment, a bitter taste I know,
Like a wounded warrior, left to fight alone,
But even in the face of torment and strife,
I summon the strength to reclaim my life.
The witch, they call me, with malice in their eyes,
Yet, I am the embodiment of resilience that defies,
Their scorn and prejudice, I shall rise above,
For my spirit burns with unyielding love.
No longer confined to their narrow perception,
I weave enchantments with each word and reflection,
In the depths of their ignorance, I find my power,
A beacon of truth in their darkest hour.
So, let the wind continue its mournful sigh,
As I dance through the shadows, embracing the sky,
For I am no witch, no devil's spawn,
But a woman, unbroken, forever carrying on.
In this bitter tale of the gardens of Yore,
I forge my destiny, my spirit to restore,
For though I have fallen, I am not defeated,
In my heart, the flame of resilience is seated.
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PoetryPoetry. As we venture into the depths of the woods, our voyage leads us into the sylvan realm where languishing nymphs reside, burdened by sorrow and constrained to silence for it holds secrets that will cause havoc once unraveled. In the gardens wh...
