Wells, England 2010

Journey’s Knowing

Knowing that I have to go
Not wanting to
But understanding that
I just can’t stay
Not anymore
Knowing that ultimately
It doesn’t matter
I’ll still be who I am
Inside and out
Regardless
Knowing that my gifts
Will always travel with me
No matter where I go
Or how I get there
Or when
Knowing that I cannot tell
What the future really holds
My cards fall as they will
And point out places
Of interest
Knowing that I will never
Fully understand
The true meaning of life
My confusion is part
Of who I am
Knowing that my fate
Is in the winds
They are stronger than I am
And I fly wherever
They send me
Knowing that this house
Is falling down
And I am being torn
From it’s hearth my heart
Tear stained embers
Knowing I am more than
My possessions
Even my flesh seems so
Tiny in comparison
With the stars
Knowing that the days ahead
Are going to be hard
They will tear me apart
And somehow I will
Put myself back together
And be different
Knowing that I am afraid
And have no power to stop
The inevitable entropy
That surrounds my every
Waking breath
Knowing that despite all this
I love and am loved
Am held and watched over
Led through this darkness
Into the light beyond

(c) AM Hunter 2016

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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