I am working toward steps to try to make my soul settle with the fact
That only I understand myself.
I'm just an ancient magic
That resides in forests
and rests deeper in the earth than most.

I am trying to accept that only these bones can feel this spirit.
Only this skin will comprehend what's within.

I don't know if I'll stop yearning for someone else to find me though.
Conjure up this ancient spell that I am.
Word for word.
Stone and runes.
Candles lit
To make me more than this ghost
Existing in the distance.