poem: magic – 23/03/22

dowsing the crystals with illustrious mayhem
the tainted air of dragon’s breath, poison,
enlightening myself to the treasures of the planet,
the powers deep within me,
I need not lace melodies from counterparts,
I need not stunt my heart with mimicry,
hidden behind obscure masks,
no, there is strength in being myself,
knowing, learning, stronghold,
resilience from waking hour to the magical twelfth.

© 2022 Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose. All rights reserved.
Photo by Karen_Nadine on Pixabay,

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