The Oath

This story is about a witch
 
 
She went on a journey to the homelands of her ancestors
 
She cleansed herself in the white spring and memories came flooding back
Deep, deep in flowing water she spoke the words her soul remembered
 
She met herself under the Tor, and saw her many lifetimes
 
She had always walked in the twilight
She worshipped the moon
She had always seen the inbetween
She had always felt
She had always heard
She had always been is service to Her
 
As tears flowed, not of sadness but relief

​She promised  to remember
 
She was in grace
 
The witch continues on

She vowed to remember
 
Back in her homeland

She hears whispers

Remember

The witch continues on
 
Remember
 
The witch continues on
 
A deep sadness consumes her
 
Remember
 
The witch was confused
 
Remember; remember what you gave away

The witch had cleared her past in the deep spring
 
But what about now? In this life?
 
Remember
 
Her heart skips a beat

She remembers
 
As a young witch
Pleading and praying to not see, because she was scared
Pleading and praying to not hear, because she was scared
Pleading and praying not to dream, because she was scared
 
The young witch saw, heard and dreamt so clear
 
The crone witch and the young witch cry in anguished unison
 
The remembering of  their oath in this lifetime
 
The young witch promised never to use her gifts, as she was scared
 
When the pledge was made, the young witch stopped dreaming in colour
Her dreams that were once prophetic, were now in symbols
She stopped hearing 
She stopped seeing 
She just stopped 
 
It was forgotten
As the young witch matured, she had glimpses
But it  was forgotten
As the mature witch turned into the crone witch
It was forgotten
 
Tears of sadness wash over the crone witch

She cries as she remembers

The oath and promise 
Of what she gave away
 
She embraces the young witch and comforts her
 
Tears flowing, she revokes all that she promised 
She releases the oath into the ethers

​She sees the young witch smile and fade into the past
She is not scared anymore
The crone witch embraces her future
She is not scared anymore

Rebecca Walker ​©