The Gift of Magic

Some people think I’m a normal person; I appear to be that way, but deep within me lies bubbling energy, warm like a crackling fire far hidden from view; its embers glow red like blood that does not flow. I know many words that seem far apart from the world but still they dominate my mind like waves on the open sea. They can cause harm or simply heal the meanest of injuries; even cursed bites from creatures that only whispers can provoke. My hands can create swirls of light, fire, wind or earth but all of differing intensities. Magic brews within me; some say it is a gift while others condemn it like something to be considered sinful and wicked. Still, I have magic brewing within me and nothing on this earth can change that; is it a curse? I do not know. Magic will be cryptic and forever concealed but someday, like the dark surrendering to light, I will share the gift of magic with everyone regardless of common spite.