I believe in magic
I believe in the rush of power
after a full moon ritual and
the tingling of hands clasping hands in celebration
I believe in karma
I believe in accepting the fact that
I’m obviously paying for lessons I didn’t learn
the first time around
I believe in happy endings
I believe in the warmth of coming home
to someone who holds your heart
sacred in their hands
I believe in second chances
I believe in the opportunity for you to try again
to make amends for your mistakes
I believe in ghosts
I believe in the way specters of my past haunt me
dripping ectoplasm down my spine
until I shiver from their eerie memory
I believe in prayer
I believe in the feeling of hope that lifts you up
when a prayer is finally answered
I believe in you
I believe in the mask
and the person hiding behind it
seeing them both
with eyes so open to the idea of believing again
I am always full of wild belief