The Magician

Becoming a voice
That sinks into your bruises —
Just to heal.
Divine or raw —
It pulls your hidden lust
Out from within.

No more memories to hold me down.
Mistakes are fuel now,
Not the weight to drown.
With every note, I weave the spell anew.
Reality bends my will.
I create it now.

Becoming a gaze
That reflects your very shame.
There’s no blame.
Only saving grace
Fills up all around.
I feel the same.

Let the chaos spin.
Stand at the eye of the storm,
Commanding every current now,
Keeping calm and warm.
Say “I am” and it becomes,
Say “I will” and it’s done.
The spark is not out there;
It’s on my fingertips.

Now I know how it feels
To be the magician,
Like a burning flame in your arms.

Now I know it means
To be the magician,
Like a breath of air in your lungs.

Now I know how it feels
To be the magician –
The taste of holy water on your tongue.

Now I know it means
To be the magician –
The touch of soil that keeps you grounded.