A Spell for Returning to Myself

Salt of my tears,

Ash of my silence,

Bone of my body that refuses to break,

I call you back.

By root and river,

By breath and blood,

By the secret fire curled like a serpent

in the hollow of my chest, I call me back.

No shadow shall unmake me,

No storm shall strip me bare.

I am the ember that will not die,

the wild root that drinks the dark

and grows toward light regardless.

So shall it be.