Cast me to the winds

The silence of winters cold embrace,

shivers through my bones,

cuts diamonds from old stones,

and hangs them in the night sky.

Pieces of me,

pieces of my past remain,

waiting not for me to return;

For I never will.

Instead waiting to be treasured by others,

whose paths walk them to the same place.


Published by: Katie Anderson

Katie Anderson is a priestess, mentor, researcher, writer, and artist. She writes essays, poetry, and fiction that intersect history, philosophy, and spirituality. Previous publications include Lilith: Dark Feminine Archetype. She is currently preparing her first book, When Above for self-publication. She lives with her husband and son in Troy, Missouri.

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