Little witch. Big magic.
When I was younger I believed in fairytales. Pretty princesses and mean old evil witches. Other girls wanted to grow up and be a princess with Prince Charming, I wanted to grow up and be the witch. What self-power came from being a princess anyway? Why have a man save you when you can just save yourself.
I grew up being able to see and feel spirits around me, and the knowing-something-before-it-actually-happened thing hung around with me, too. I never understood why it happened, all I knew was that I didn't want it to stop. Even as a child, I knew the potential I had before I even realized what it was. But I guess that's why they say once you've tasted power, you never want anything else.
As I got older and grew into adolescence, the magic in my soul slowly faded, just an ember left of my once high and roaring flame. I never knew what part of me was missing, but I knew it was something I didn't like living without. But just as quickly as it came, it had left. I didn't know what to do.
Once my ninth-grade year rolled around, some of my family traveled to Ireland. They met great people and had great stories, but the one that always stuck out to me was how we had actual flesh and blood still living there. Something clawed at my brain that I couldn't ignore and it didn't stop until I finally researched my heritage. I came from a long line of pagans, not only that but witches. I felt something inside me spark.
I felt so powerful learning something as boring as who my family was and where they were from, but I found out who I was and what blood runs through my veins. I have the blood of a witch.
I discovered that I am a child of the Earth. I can create and destroy so easily with my heart and soul, just as I am capable of doing with my fists. I no longer had to pretend to be a princess waiting for her prince to come save her; I became the witch in my story. Powerful beyond words could ever describe. I am made of rage, grief, and happiness. I use my emotions to my advantage and I won't let anything slow me down again.
I found my true potential through magic. I'm the little witch who can make mountains move if I try hard enough. I became my own hero and learned to love my self and my empathy, my magic, my potential – all because I was able to confidently call myself a "witch."
Just remember to keep the magic in your heart and the fire in your soul. And as long as you believe you are a witch, you are. And you have more brothers and sisters to support you than you could ever imagine.
