Things collected
All packed to go
Out through the window
She looked down below
She’d leave in the morning
What else could she do?
She wouldn’t look back
Worse she’d been through
Anywhere but here
She exclaimed with a sigh
I’ll be ok
I’ll be just fine
Tag Archives: Past
The Witch
The moon whispers
of spells & secrets
of ancient rituals
of the lands beyond
It called her by a name
The name deep within
The one no one had known
The one from centuries past
And she had changed
She would never be the same
She understood the charge
She now would begin
Tracy Meyerhofer Poetry: Fuzzy Pup Press 