I Am

I have disfigured moles marking my body I’ve been accused by neighbors of being strange and naughty I’ve flown high as a kite on pitch black nights Meeting with others for a fire to light I’m sometimes haggard, and not so proper I’m not what family thinks I have to offer I’ve self medicated with potions And always have excuses Of where I’ve been after a night of casting illusions My body is unlike the statues I worship And when my insecurity begins to surface I go and cavort with spirits To bury my emotions Mixing concoctions causing a commotion I’ve been the one accused time and time over I’m the snake whispering wisdom from your shoulder I’m the one you tell tales of in October The one who knows what will happen before it can take form in a moment I’m everything you could want and desire I Am the mystery you have been waiting to discover