Poem: A Spell for Self-Love

Rose quartz and Daffodils, candles and self,

under the moonlight I gather my spell.

A bond once filled with emotional health

has been reduced to a torturous hell.  

I hug myself. From my heart I thaw frost

(and cradle the broken pieces with care) 

Rewrite history to salvage the lost

and capture my love in a well laid snare.

Oh Goddess I lay bare my intentions,

I assure you they are nothing but pure

I’d appreciate your interventions,

To help me stop feeling so insecure.

Undo the heartache, painful and tragic,

Renew self-love with this act of magic.