Seasons Of Exile Poem by Gainor Ventresco

Solemnly, I have cast my circle
summoned my Goddess
chanted and prayed to the blackened skies
Standing alone, as from habit
or circumstance
trusting only my familiar
mouthing words for the deaf
From which of the four directions shall come my bliss?
Candles lit, sparking midwinter thaw
I can gaze beyond this illuminated exile
Once there was a place inside
where magic lived
unbeckoned
unconjured
Ambivalence wounds the child within the poet
Indifference kills the fragile spirit
Curse me instead
better damned than forgotten