Rich7Witch

I’ve fallen in love with a man that shows up with a mask to his face, To the world in which I know within he cannot relate.

I love as thoughts of him manipulate, and I’m drawn by his spells and mighty acts of faith.

I await for his truth to match his heart space, as the lies he tells, the fears we both mirror its space.

I fall and seek within, building my strength, aligning my truth and worth with my soul’s free grace.

But his psychic touch on my skin does not break, and I weep as I crave his sweet embrace.

Power, Control, takes hold of his movements, but I know the truth as our souls touch each night, setting his walls with the sun as it reveals the darkness.

I lie with my love in this fabricated world that spiritually distorts our made-up realities.
Which one is real with pure intentions that I seek? I leave that up to his mask, as it is up to him to reveal its clarity.

Deep within, I go to be the example he fears most, shining light on the masks and the many faces I see in me.

I face myself and shed all that is not, showing up bare to the world with all skeletons I got.

I am falling in love with myself, Queen of Wands, with no mask to my face, as I reveal myself empowered, no man, with reliance on my faith.