Creed

a poem

Yes.
Yes to waking up again.
Yes to teaching children love (no matter what, no matter what).
Yes to the fight, to the long ride, to the underground (she is on our side).
Yes to what can’t be taken: hard-packed dirt & roots & rocky shield & molten core.
Yes to what is true: who you are is who you are.

Yes.
Yes it's been a winter.
Yes cold.
Yes hard.

Yes to your tears in the dark.

Yes, if you haven't yet seen.
Yes, hold on to your belief.
Yes, the witches gathering.
Yes, right now, their fire burning.
Yes, doers doing.
Yes, seers seeing.

Yes, love, yes yes yes.
A little light slips through.
And you are not alone.