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SamhainHear the wolf cry and the old bull bellow
At the pulse of the spirits on the eve of All Hallows
As the sky grows dim and the clouds are low
And the Earth is alight with the Autumn glow
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The night of old!
The veil grows thin and the ether grows cold
The spirits fly forth at the end of the day
With a candle I show them the way…
I walk in the forest in the cold, crisp air
My spirit is free and my soul is bare
I walk in silence but never alone
The spirits surround me, their power has grown
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The raven, he calls!
His power it steals through the icy stone walls
As the night nears its darkest, so black and so bleak
The spirits, the spirits, they speak…
Their visions before me, they course through my soul
Their power consumes me, I fight for control
The ground falls before me, the forest is gone
The night creeps inside me and at last we are one
Oh, Samhain, Samhain! The Goddess divine!
The power, the raven, the night, it is mine!
The RainbowStanding on a hilltop
At a fast receding beam of light
My beam of light
Disappearing into the distance…
Blind to the ever patient sun
I chased rainbows
The spectrum filled my sight
Certain I would catch up
Struggling through a blizzard
Rain stinging my face
I lost sight of the sun…
It became too much
Tired of running
I let my rainbow go…
The sun warms my back
My rainbow flutters away into the night
I am free.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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