my power

my power comes from magic
witch craft, crafting which is unseen but heard, when listened to.

my power comes from partnership,
a practice of tethering, of cutting strings and thickening braids.

my power comes from rest,
once you have done and taken, I will make what I need from the rest.

my power comes from microorganism,
dancing between the walls of my gut,
surrounding the gates of my skin, seeking and finding foreign friends.

my power comes from the blackness of a womb,
and the gushing of a waterfall.

my power is intrinsically protected,
divinely conducted,
crafted into magic.