She's desperate for more dreaming, more feeling, more giving and more loving.

(Ripped from favim.com)

Sorcery

"Everyday, I magic myself alive again from the near death experience of trauma. I swallow my heart back from the lump it has become in my throat. I taste my own memories without the flavor of blood but as poetry. I learn how to whisper my name without it sounding like a curse. I murmur spells to the parts of me others have found too dangerous to love.

And after this morning ritual, I finally smile at the woman in my mirror. Tell me again, how healing is not a magical thing. Tell me again, how I am not made of sorcery."

-Nikita Gill