The witch grabbed a black bag,
And tossed the bag of bones,
What is in your future?
What does it behold?
She pondered loudly,
To the girl who wanted her present to change,
As it was rather ugly,
And riddled with nothing but pain,
The witch hummed,
Your future seems bright,
But only if you see,
You’re beautiful light,
The girl questioned,
And the witch smiled,
A gift from the heavens,
Those that hurt you in your past,
Wished for your current failings,
But do not let it hurt you,
Do not let it rule you life anymore,
As your blessings are coming,
Right through that door,
Your words and thoughts are seeds,
So be careful with them my child,
Or your old wounds will continue to bleed,
Trust your intuition,
It knows from right to wrong,
And please don’t give someone a chance,
If they’re singing the same ole sad songs you’ve heard before.
See your beauty,
See your worth,
And only then will you receive the change you want,
You must be re-birthed.
~a sleepy ghost~