Shaddah Is Ready To Be Herself

Bubbling up in a spidery translucent glow Cellophane rainbows pranced prettily It was a mysterious concoction fit for the gods or in this case a goddess of prophecy who had forgotten herself Shaddah had brought her best ingredients to the amethyst altar Using her Grandmother Jeannie’s famous Wiccan kettle Mixer of the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter Translucent neon colors rose into the spellbound ether Shaddah felt whole for the first time in ten years Perhaps she was worthy of her grandmother’s beliefs About her goodness and her prophetic abilities Talents and ideals she had forgotten began to swirl in front of her eyes Glorious paintings created themselves inside the mist She knew she was looking into the future, and she was the artist Poetry and songs began developing inside the mist Windows slammed shut as if by an invisible hand, startling her Shaddah was alone in the dark, staring into a mirror like elixir Her hopes and dreams and wishes were all here Parading around saucily, daring her to be herself Was she up to the challenge? A whisper told her she was ready.