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.