Muggle

A struggle with life, self-acceptance, and fears.

They say that I should go deep.
To find all my fears,
To make THEM weep.

In bravery I sat out to uncover,
Things that definetly were not my lover.

Using affirmations, prayers, and a spell,
Along with the occasional wishing well.

I sought to banish from the night,
things that were hidden from the light.

I succeeded to a certain degree,
But there are some that still roam free.

At night, under my cover, I still struggle,
Accepting the fact that I'm a half-blood muggle!