Author: Sephira

Born and raised primarily in Northern Virginia, my family and I moved to North Carolina in 2006. Married for over 20 years, my husband and I have two boys and a gaggle of cats. For me, writing is a great stress reliever. I can let my mind wander and let my emotions run free in a way that is generally not possible in my normal everyday life. My writings run the gamut in terms of style and genre – for instance my first novel is a historical romance set in the Civil War, but some of the other things I have in the works are fantasy or thrillers, among other things. It probably goes without saying, but my poetry is somewhat eclectic in nature, and again while some may feel the need to stick with a particular form, I tend to write just whatever comes to mind. Let the winds of inspiration lead me on… I’m always interested in comments and feedback. So please feel free to share your thoughts with me!
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witchdraft:

Inspiration to be strong,
to break chains that bind me down.
Loyalty, devotion, hard work:
Aspects I’ve grown to love of myself,
reflections of your strong, gentle hands.

Hail to you, Incantation-Fetter,
For no magic binds you,
No will that is not your own can pass your gate.

Lend me your strength, wise mother,
so I may follow in your path.

Hail to you, fiery spirit, so beloved.
For yours is the flame that stole the Sky-Treader’s heart.
Hail to you, equal of the World-Breaker.

Hail to you, goddess, guardian, guide.
Hail to you, mentor, mother, mender.

Hail to you, Sigyn

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raknitter:

I think one of the worst parts of having a chronic disease is how it sometimes just breaks you.

You can have several bad days in a row and handle it fine; then one day you lose it because you’ve gone so long taking it that you eventually get to a point where you just can’t do it anymore.

You’ll try to open the dryer door and can’t.

You’ll be cold and won’t be able to get warm. The kind of cold where you can’t get warm so you want to put your blanket in the dryer for half hour but you can’t open the damn door.

You feel grateful for any help you have, but you wish you didn’t need it in the first place.

No one tells you when you get sick that you will have days that don’t just test your pain levels or your patience, they will literally test your very will to get through the day.