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Acceptance.

Ancient call

Ancient are the ways I follow
and ancient is the call
Maiden, Mother, Crone
all three in one

I have been the Maiden in my day
and at times I am her still
for I have wild joy inside me
let out by a lover's hand

The Mother I am now
caring for two maidens to be
with laughter and tears I raise them
hoping they will be better then me

The Crone I will become
sooner than I think
the knowledge I have begun to hold
will be mine if I but try

Though I have no choice
to answer the ancient call
I worry that the other two

will not let go of me


Brooding


Brooding

I do it too much

no one to speak to

no one who cares


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