A New Year

Monday, October 31, 2011

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I sit here on Samhain - the Celtic New Year- wishing for one simple thing... Peace.  Peace for myself.  Peace for my daughter.  Peace for my family.  It is such a simple word and yet when it comes to blood and the ties that bind- peace seems to be forever eluding each of us.

The cycle of life seems to be on a loop tormenting those I love.  There is so much regret and so much blame without very little redemption.  My silence does not condone what is going on or what has happened in the past- my silence is simply one of someone so tired of the fight that all I can do is continue working on finding a way out to create a life that is extraordinary for myself and my daughter.  We deserve that- and each member of my family deserves a life filled with the extraordinary. I will not play sides.  I just wish for peace for everyone. 

Call me naive- call me whatever name pops into your mind... I know that my new year is beginning and I have much to look forward to in the future.  Whether or not I look back on this time with a blurred vision trying to block out all of the things that went wrong- who knows.  I am the Queen of Starting Over.  What better day to start over than Samhain, true?

It is the time of burning leaves,
The crispness of the air has awakened
Memories both dark and hidden,
Memories of past feasts partaken.
I sit comfortly in this silent room
Computer keyboard beneath my fingers
Yet...my mind is never frozen here
In times past it wants to linger.
I 'see' a bonfire raging on a hilltop
With my people all gathered around
Our prayers to the Gods I shout,
Yet, in my dreams I hear not a sound.
The drums beat, the people dance
Wildness fills the autumn night.
The Other Side is so very close--
The Veil just beyond the fire light.
I reach, I feel, I almost touch...
Spirit fingers entwine with mortal
Then dawn's first light appears
And seals again the fragile portal.
I turn away from the cold ashes
Let the wildness leave my aching soul.
Another year til another Samhain...
On that night again I'll be whole.

-poem by: Elspeth Sapphire


Nicole said...

hahahahaa... you think I was talking about you? I was talking about the Halloween party the other day.

Ding Dong.

Heather said...

Maybe it was a guilty conscience.

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