Me, The crone

20130806-223302.jpgCan you see the sadness in her eyes?

Do you see the pain hidden behind that smile?

Can you see her, truly see or do you even care?

Tears of death which can’t be masked

Fingers put away, save blame for another day.

Look to yourself, look deep inside to find the lack that you hide.

I leave you now to find yourself.

A transformation is at hand as

New beginnings spread across this land.

She plants a seed, for if ever you should find a need…