Witch of the Wood

Witch of the Wood

the only time i feel freedom

is when i am in the

forest,

a place that always accepts

me as i am without

criticism or complaint;

the forest accepts my ferals

and my wilds—

the trees have always 

been my friends

along with the crows,

once a crow regally greeted

me at the beginning of the path

reminding me i am magic;

in the trees i feel a peace 

and security that i don't when

i am surrounded by people—

when i drive by forests,

i always picture myself running

barefoot through the trees

with animal companions at my side;

i am the witch of the wood

and i don't feel safe in society,

but in the trees? there i can

truly be me.

Author: Linda M Crate

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