nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED

Witches - ORIGINAL PROSE

A daughter from long ago, the daughter of a daughter you could not find nor kill. She lives and breathes, she lurks in the shadows, at home in the woods where nature protects her from all who would do her harm. She knew she could not fight their oppressive nature, that they'd do all they could to harm her and all she loved. Her most rebellious act, in these troubled times, was to love and love with all she had inside her, to nurture and grow, to push what she never thought possible, to create and survive, until such love were passed down daughter to daughter, who still felt at home in the shadows, in the woods where prying eyes could not reach her. A woman's world, a woman's community, a space for the women of the world, each witches in their own way, in their own right, for to be a witch is to discard the title of damsel, to stand high and to stand tall without aid from the oppressive hand of God and Man, to live as we wish to, to fight as we must, to laugh with snakes and crack beneath stone. We are the daughters of old, a witch from another witch, a community strong; we cannot be silenced, we cannot be chained, we cannot be broken down.