smasheton in a past life i was shamed to my death for simply being me
for being a healer
an energy holder
an alchemist
but they named me a witch
leading to my death
i was raped in an alley and was gifted a son
i fled to the woods with my skirts in hand and baby in womb
one evening when running to protection
the man i loved
the one who promised safety
betrayed me
he made me a spectacle
but when they tried to kill me
i wouldn’t die
i couldn’t die
not because i was a witch
because my human form was too strong
for a death so simple
dying was easy
living was hard
they tried to drown me
they tried to burn me
but ultimately they had to stab me
once more
directly in my heart
they stole my son
but they did not steal my soul
they could not steal my will
they could not steal my light
they sentenced me to an eternity of shame
and betrayal of my own heart
they sentenced me to a life on the run
but now i spend my life healing
learning to trust not just others but myself
i spend my time learning to embrace all of me
learning to not hide from my magic
i spend my life learning to love
again
