I am your innards
that speak
that you ignore.
I asked death to wrap itself around me.
It passed through and I crawled out.
I am the hand
that reaches for your dance
that feeds your cower.
I asked joy to show itself.
It steps forward every moment day.
I am voice
that crawls upward
that demands you ignore.
I asked judgement to light its fire.
It seared out my integrity.
I am a witch.
I dance.
I weep.
I song myself alive.
Bring the Joy 