NaPoWriMo – Day 23

My Crone Years

I have been building the walls of my prison for years,

into which I have poured all my night-haunting fears.

Sometimes I have wanted to abandon the fight.

Quit the dreaded darkness to find the light.

Now I am older – living through my Crone years.

I cry few tears, have shed most of my fears.

Like a hawk, clear-sighted and swift.

I have cast off my chains, my head I lift.

I will look you in the eye, hold your gaze.

Love and light energy I will magically raise.

For I am a human, with a passion that burns.

Of star-dust I came into this world and to dust, I will return.

©The Vixen of Verse, 2020.

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