I read Harry Potter when I was a little girl,
listened closely as my father
did all the voices,
just right
every time,
Knew that magic wasn't really real,
but knew it felt like it could be,
carved a symbol made from story into my forearm as a reminder that
magic is what you make of it and home
is never as far away as it seems,
and I sometimes forgot what faith felt like,
wondering how I ever believed that
magic
could be more than just words printed on a page.
Now every time you whisper my name,
I am reminded that all magic needs
is someone to believe.
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
I read Harry Potter when I was a little girl,
listened closely as my father
did all the voices,
just right
every time,
Knew that magic wasn't really real,
but knew it felt like it could be,
carved a symbol made from story into my forearm as a reminder that
magic is what you make of it and home
is never as far away as it seems,
and I sometimes forgot what faith felt like,
wondering how I ever believed that
magic
could be more than just words printed on a page.
Now every time you whisper my name,
I am reminded that all magic needs
is someone to believe.
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