cursed
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It's been too long since I wrote an actual poem.
Phrases, lyrics, verses, whatever they're called, they just don't
come to me like they use to anymore.
Burdens, mistakes, curses, whatever my excuse is,
Am I cursed?
Is that why bad things always happen to those around me,
Am I cursed?
Is that why none is there for me,
Am I cursed?
Is that why I'm caught is a terrible web of dispair,
Am I cursed?
Blessed with the gift of freedom
We’re constantly at war with an idea
The idea of being true to ourselves and to each other
I sit, looking out, seeing PEOPLE, PLACES MOMENTS
The Ancient water
The silver tree
The old one's Frost Heart
Hidden deep in the sea
Was lost long ago
In the Battle of the Freeze
Home of the Cold Soul
Who may never leave
"Mother,Father
Are you happy now?
I tried my hardest
But you still shout
Brother, Sister
Don't you see?
The locked doors
How I hid the key
Leader, teacher
How did you miss?
I am the Winter Witch of ice and snow
Cursed from birth for reasons I don’t know
I have only one thing I desire
To feel and grasp warmth and fire
