I, witch, grow like a tree
rooted and branched
through any obstacle
cement crumples
wood splinters
brickwork torn down
belief, my soil
faith, my sun
hope, my water
the gods
the goddesses
patreon my growth
green leaf
brown leaf
cracked stems
I withstand it all
tears nourish too
cries wake up the sun
fury breaks hardened earth
cut down
I, witch, am still here
hope is a seedling
all a witch ever needs
to grow from nothing
we, witch, always find a way
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